| 31 years old so I done been through all that dizzert
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| Came up off the porch straight serving off the crizzurb
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| Long time ago, I don’t do that shit no mo'
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| This the last time I’m a tell you, wanna hear it?
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| (Here it goes!)
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| It was me and Baby James,
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| With an ounce to our name
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| Rollin' up to all the dimes, same clothes from yesterday
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| And I smoke a brand of kill so, plated this half this time
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| When that noise came in way head on the roof to smoke bones
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| Fuck with rap bitches, hiffin em hercs
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| Lost a sack but I got back cause the dice game was hittin'
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| It was me and Kung Pao breakin' day in the lobby
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| Nigga puffin' on dank sellin' rocks as a hobby
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| Bankroll in my pocket so everybody know me
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| Went home and gave my mama three hundred for some groceries
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| We hit the mall and ball
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| Hit the club and spend it all
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| Now I’m back to Square A
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| With them squares to get off
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| Dope Song
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| Dope Song, Dope Song
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| Dope Song
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| Dope Song, Dope Song
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| Crackhead Lisa
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| She used to be fit
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| Had sex with a trick, and now she sick
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| She offer you some head if give her some drugs
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| Just make sure you when you hit it you better wear a glove
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| I’m sick of all these niggas with their ten year old story
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| You ain’t doin' that mo', nigga long time ensured
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| So take this as a diss song, cause this is my last song
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| (Bout my last dope song?)
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| Bout my last dope song
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| Dope Song
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| Dope Song, Dope Song
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| Dope Song
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| Dope Song, Dope Song |