Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Return of the Dope Boi, artist - Big Boi. Date of issue: 09.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Return of the Dope Boi |
| Who be the freshest out the catalogue? |
| Somethin' like the freshest of 'em all |
| Fresher, buy them all, look now |
| Fuck with me girl, you’re guaranteed to have a ball |
| Shorty said she with me 'cause she love the way we carry on |
| Carry on like my Louis Vuitton rollin' bag |
| Put it in the overhead, then I order apple-cran |
| Cran-apple 'cause it’s too early for alcohol |
| Still sweatin' bullets 'cause security, they have them dogs |
| (Fuckin' D-Bois) |
| Perignon and a table full of chicken wing |
| Icicle, let them hoes know we gettin' chains |
| Big bank, in the Chevy paint gettin' grain |
| Wet paint weave on her like shit stains |
| Ain’t nothin' changed but the pampers on the baby, mane |
| Went from D-F Express to the motherfuckin' gravy train |
| Niggas in the Points took the same what them niggas are holdin' now |
| Join gangs, Collipark, bang, bang |
| Bang, bang, bang, bang |
| Yeah |
| You see it, ho |
| Brand new and it’s still the old school |
| I ain’t playin' with none of yous |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Levi denim, switch up, kill 'em Louis V |
| First class suits, I fly across the bluest seas |
| Italian, introduce you to the bluest cheese |
| Got a plug in Atlanta, always got them newest trees |
| O.G. |
| Skywalker Kush evergreen |
| B.I.G. |
| gon' get it in the air just like a trampoline (Trampoline) |
| I’m sayin', playin' with hundreds of grand |
| Buyin' tennis shoes out Yokohama, Japan |
| I don’t want the jacket 'less it come with the pant |
| And I ain’t throwin' no money 'less you doin' the dance |
| I say biatch, you see me whippin' in this kitchen, bitch |
| I say biatch, I’m tryna whip another chicken, bitch |
| I say biatch, I got no time to hear about a dirty dish |
| Biatch, trap nigga tryna get early rich |
| Money makin', never fakin', serve that dope like Fasty (Fasty) |
| Chop that work and chop that work and put it in a baggie, ayy |
| Up all night, a up all nighter, I be cookin' crack (Crack) |
| Tell the West Side, tell the West Side Tide and D is back |
| No not Warren, no not Warren, Red Dog gon' say hello (Hello) |
| Back in '94, I trapped out with Shawty L-O (Ooh) |
| The way that I be flexin', Paul Howard might indict |
| We jump back like we cook crack for Tom Black and Terry White |
| I’m on some Dope Boi shit |
| (Now I ain’t steppin' out unless the ice is right) |
| (And I ain’t swervin' the ride unless the lights is bright) |
| The return of the Dope Boi |
| Yeah, I’m on some Dope Boi shit |
| (Now I ain’t steppin' out unless the ice is right) |
| Yeah (And I ain’t swervin' the ride unless the lights is bright) |
| This the return of the Dope Boi |
| Dope Boi, Dope Boi, Dope Boi, Dope Boi |
| Dope Boi, Dope Boi, Dope Boi |