Dope Boys Dream (feat. Rick Ross)

歌詞

T-raw rock my own kick game 8 figure deal figure how I'm court side at clip game Still pop ace king shit I'm with Rozay Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ OK the day you beating me bitch no day Bandz a make her dance that's thousand dollar foreplay AK get a full clip not a sound wave You kissed her in her mouth, ask her how my dick taste Bitch nigga you don't want no drama I'm worth a couple commas It's death before dishonour Last king come sign up all my shit be designer Extraordinary rhymer I bodied yo' shit for nothin' Wes, west up, hot temper Get wet up she give me head not neck up She clean the mess up One false move death from gesture Cash in the safe I don't feel no pressure I'm dope (All) all my shit dope (All) all my shit dope 'Cause it's 187 how I killing these hoes (All) all my shit dope (All) all my shit dope 'Cause it's 187 how I killing these hoes Shit H on the buckle Hermes on the hustle Crown on the watch she got niggas still thuggin' 8.7 on the crib so fuck it Went gold in a month so it ain't no budget New chains, Rolex links New chick just to drag my mink New car just to ride around here Aviator crew we fliest 'round here Hating on hood niggas dying 'round here Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard Cars rock star dope boys at odds I done seen it all but it's back to these broads' Hands clap like a nigga in the stadium Million dollar chain but I'm rocking 8 of 'em I see you sleeping boy don't make me pick your label up Scottie Pippen on the dribble I just laid 'em up Another triple got me tripping like it's angel dust We just winning all the women in my table ah Say my name say my name nigga say my name 100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name I'm dope (All) all my shit dope (All) all my shit dope 'Cause it's 187 how I killing these hoes (All) all my shit dope (All) all my shit dope 'Cause it's 187 how I killing these hoes Chief rocka, pill popper Tell them pull them things out cause my car topless Off topic, get on top it wish us some absence So sincere in her belly, that's the nah shit King announcing that gangsta shit we mobbin' We taking your dollars Creflo no white collar I (pop pop) wish a nigga would call Thomas Bitch I'm the bomb call me the uni-bomber Money in my game I'm driving shit that's insane You niggas stay in your lane no playing ain't nothing changed Pardon this good regime, I make your girl David Blaine Murder was the case all the kids say that nigga T-raw I'm dope (All) all my shit dope (All) all my shit dope 'Cause it's 187 how I killing these hoes (All) all my shit dope (All) all my shit dope 'Cause it's 187 how I killing these hoes