CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Dope Boy
He my dope boy (B*t*h I?m a real one, you basic)
He my dope boy (Watch?them?cars, they be?chasing)
(We got killers with them snipers)
(Broke?n***as, they don?t like us)
(They just wanna come indict us)
(Imma ride right beside him)
Mama told me, ?Don?t f**k with the streets?
I must admit, Ima do me
I been to jail, I been through hell
I?m from them streets where they eating
They taxing them quarters, they greedy
But I keep on running back, cause I?m in love with the trap
He?s a dope boy
Serving all the fiends, yeah, what he known for
We be cruising the city all night with the chauffeur
That?s my coke boy, he realer than most boys
'Cuz I'm in love with-
Shawty on go, run up this 30 gone blow
Cut through these b*t*hes, they know
My little eater, f**k him til I catch a seizure
Posted? I?m hittin his beeper
Hate for no reason, flexin, finessing my season
Show me the real, I'mma keep it
Down on my last, b*t*hes ain?t help but they laughed
Hunnid, can?t count it in cash
Dope boy, Dope boy
We both from the block, same opp, same Glock
Same b*t*h you wanna say it, don?t show us
When we young, high school, laid up in the gym
First time, with a slug, let me roll up
Lean down, come lay on my shoulder
My LV smell and it?s reekin his odor
Ima pull up, get a bag
Don?t want your n***a, I?ll pa**
Asian she real, Asian she trill
Asian the baddest that come out the field
Pretty and chill, fly to the hills
Play with me once, he be ready to kill
Shawty the goat, bad b*t*h tried that coke
F**king and poppin it slow, n***as gone act like they know
Mama told me, ?Don?t f**k with the streets?
I must admit, Ima do me
I been to jail, I been through hell
I?m from them streets where they eating
They taxing them quarters, they greedy
But I keep on running back, cause I?m in love with the trap
He?s a dope boy
Serving all the fiends what he known for
We be cruising the city all night with the chauffeur
That?s my coke boy, he realer than most boys
'Cuz I'm in love with-
Selling this dope, I got a freak and she like to get choked
Keep it lowkey with her, I never post
I know her body, I be taking notes
I got this liquor, she driving the boat
She ain?t in denial, she know I?m the goat
I?m dressed in designer, got mink on my coat
And she know I know she a freak on the low
Hop in the street wit it, I?m in the trenches
You bet not call me with all of that b*t*hin
That pu**y on lock and she never be friendly
Hit from that back and b*t*h I got you twitchin
I see it all through these Cartier lenses
You know that I got the streets in a frenzy
I got these diamonds, I got these VV's
Hood in control like I work at QC
No other b*t*h gone do me like you do me
I stole your heart, you gone have to sue me
We ain?t got no friends, the Benz got two seats
Yeah, yeah
Youn really need nobody, you better believe you got it
I f**k wit you cause you solid, yeah I f**k wit you cause you solid
Mama told me, ?Don?t f**k with the streets?
I must admit, Ima do me
I been to jail, I been through hell
I?m from them streets where they eating
They taxing them quarters, they greedy
But I keep on running back, cause I?m in love with the trap
He?s a dope boy
Serving all the fiends, what he known for
We be cruising the city all night with the chauffeur
That?s my coke boy, he realer than most boys
'Cuz I'm in love with-
Yeah, yeah
Uhn
He my dope boy (Watch?them?cars, they be?chasing)
(We got killers with them snipers)
(Broke?n***as, they don?t like us)
(They just wanna come indict us)
(Imma ride right beside him)
Mama told me, ?Don?t f**k with the streets?
I must admit, Ima do me
I been to jail, I been through hell
I?m from them streets where they eating
They taxing them quarters, they greedy
But I keep on running back, cause I?m in love with the trap
He?s a dope boy
Serving all the fiends, yeah, what he known for
We be cruising the city all night with the chauffeur
That?s my coke boy, he realer than most boys
'Cuz I'm in love with-
Shawty on go, run up this 30 gone blow
Cut through these b*t*hes, they know
My little eater, f**k him til I catch a seizure
Posted? I?m hittin his beeper
Hate for no reason, flexin, finessing my season
Show me the real, I'mma keep it
Down on my last, b*t*hes ain?t help but they laughed
Hunnid, can?t count it in cash
Dope boy, Dope boy
We both from the block, same opp, same Glock
Same b*t*h you wanna say it, don?t show us
When we young, high school, laid up in the gym
First time, with a slug, let me roll up
Lean down, come lay on my shoulder
My LV smell and it?s reekin his odor
Ima pull up, get a bag
Don?t want your n***a, I?ll pa**
Asian she real, Asian she trill
Asian the baddest that come out the field
Pretty and chill, fly to the hills
Play with me once, he be ready to kill
Shawty the goat, bad b*t*h tried that coke
F**king and poppin it slow, n***as gone act like they know
Mama told me, ?Don?t f**k with the streets?
I must admit, Ima do me
I been to jail, I been through hell
I?m from them streets where they eating
They taxing them quarters, they greedy
But I keep on running back, cause I?m in love with the trap
He?s a dope boy
Serving all the fiends what he known for
We be cruising the city all night with the chauffeur
That?s my coke boy, he realer than most boys
'Cuz I'm in love with-
Selling this dope, I got a freak and she like to get choked
Keep it lowkey with her, I never post
I know her body, I be taking notes
I got this liquor, she driving the boat
She ain?t in denial, she know I?m the goat
I?m dressed in designer, got mink on my coat
And she know I know she a freak on the low
Hop in the street wit it, I?m in the trenches
You bet not call me with all of that b*t*hin
That pu**y on lock and she never be friendly
Hit from that back and b*t*h I got you twitchin
I see it all through these Cartier lenses
You know that I got the streets in a frenzy
I got these diamonds, I got these VV's
Hood in control like I work at QC
No other b*t*h gone do me like you do me
I stole your heart, you gone have to sue me
We ain?t got no friends, the Benz got two seats
Yeah, yeah
Youn really need nobody, you better believe you got it
I f**k wit you cause you solid, yeah I f**k wit you cause you solid
Mama told me, ?Don?t f**k with the streets?
I must admit, Ima do me
I been to jail, I been through hell
I?m from them streets where they eating
They taxing them quarters, they greedy
But I keep on running back, cause I?m in love with the trap
He?s a dope boy
Serving all the fiends, what he known for
We be cruising the city all night with the chauffeur
That?s my coke boy, he realer than most boys
'Cuz I'm in love with-
Yeah, yeah
Uhn
