| Everything dope, everything dope
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| Everything dope, everything dope
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| Everything dope, everything dope
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| Everything dope
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| Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
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| Run up get murked
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| I got time on my wrist and it’s an Audemar
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| I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car
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| I got rugs by the door, Versace on the floor
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| Chest full of ink, pussy on the sink
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| My safe full of stones, my phone’s always on
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| When my eyes start to roll, you know I’m in the zone
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| Rubber bands on the five, r-rubber band on the ten
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| Gave a bitch all the dubs, hundred grand on the Benz
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| Got a truck full of dope, plug on the coke
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| Renzel done came up, prosecutors want to know
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| Is everything dope? |
| Is everything dope?
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| How does everything go?
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| And why does every body know?
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| How does every body know?
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| Why does every body know?
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| Everything dope, everything dope
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| Everything dope, everything dope
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| Everything dope, everything dope
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| Everything dope
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| Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
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| Run up get murked
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| I got time on my wrist and it’s an Audemar
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| I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car
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| Pinky ring got dope on it
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| Sipping lean keep dope on me
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| Switching lanes like them folks on me
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| Twenty chains got dope on me
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| VVS’s that’s dope on me
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| Fell in love with the dope angle
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| Pyrex got good work in it
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| Minute Maid put syrup in it
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| Got a mermaid dripping Hermes
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| Popping pills in the early
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| Her head game so geeked up
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| I’m making money got me Geechi
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| My rolex so Geechi
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| Presidentials so Geechi
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| See my whips they Geechi
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| Roll up Back’s they Geechi
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| Racks on racks they Geechi
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| And my whole hood Geechi
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| Let’s get intoxicated, oh let’s get intoxicated
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| Niggas they mad we made it
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| Look at them niggas they mad we made it
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| Everything dope, everything dope
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| Everything dope, everything dope
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| Everything dope, everything dope
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| Everything dope
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| Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
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| Run up get murked
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| I got time on my wrist and it’s an Audemar
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| I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car
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| Fed’s at the door, I done flushed all the dope
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| I done run out the back, breakfast on the stove
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| I’m a ain’t shit nigga, fucking the same bitch nigga
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| Only one small difference, I’m a straight rich nigga
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| We bury money in the fields
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| Mansions in the hill
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| Strippers at the crib, this how I live
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| Always wanna smoke, always on the go
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| They always on my page, waiting for the next post
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| Feds wanna know, they just wanna know
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| Is it really dope? |
| Is it really dope?
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| All this shit can’t be his, this can’t be real
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| Shawty ass so fine that can’t be real
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| Everything dope, everything dope
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| Everything dope, everything dope
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| Everything dope, everything dope
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| Everything dope
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| Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
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| Run up get murked
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| I got time on my wrist and it’s an Audemar
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| I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car
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| Maybach music |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song D.O.P.E. , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album Black Market, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп