Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Dope House, artist - Freddie Gibbs. Date of issue: 25.05.2015
Song language: English
My Dope House |
| My dope house, my dope house, yeah, trappin' out my dope house |
| Eat, sleep in the dope house, quarter key worth of dope out |
| Chillin' in my dope house, my dope house |
| Niggas stickin' up the dope house |
| None this shit in my dope house |
| Porsche stained when I roll out |
| I show 'em love but I love my money even more |
| Disrespect, don’t pay me? |
| You gots to go |
| All across the map we shipping them loads |
| Disrespect and play me? |
| You gots to go |
| Now Skrewface that’s my nigga, Diego that’s my nigga |
| And Big Kill know that if a nigga here try to kill him then I’mma fucking die |
| with him |
| Cause Freddie keep a .45 with him |
| ARs and a couple 9s with him |
| Leaving bodies on the news knock a motherfucker clean out his shoes, |
| better fuck with my niggas |
| Those fufu boys? |
| We air 'em, coroner’s gone stretch 'em out |
| Popo and detectives gon' be worryin' bout my whereabouts |
| Those fufu boys? |
| We air 'em, coroner’s gone stretch 'em out |
| Popo and detectives gone be worryin' bout my whereabouts |
| Don’t fuck with me, stay in your lane |
| Thug everyday and never change, man |
| And if I see another day |
| I wake back up and do the same thing |
| Don’t fuck with me, stay in your lane |
| Thug everyday and never change, man |
| And if I see another day |
| I wake back up and do the same thang |
| My dope house, my dope house |
| Straight blow at the dope house |
| Popo at the dope house, snitch nigga must have told about it |
| Down for a kidnap, for a kidnap |
| Real nigga, we done did that |
| At the crib with your motherfuckin' mama |
| And your kids, know where everybody live at |
| Everybody keep quiet |
| Everybody on the floor |
| Everbody gone see |
| Bitch I’m from the east side |
| Where everybody sell dope and everybody got heat |
| Get the dough motherfuckers let the things spray up all day |
| Hundred murders in a week |
| Boy got clipped in the project hallway |
| Ain’t nobody gone speak |
| Niggas mommas gonna weep |
| I put your face on a shirt and get out of town |
| Stash all the weed ain’t a worry now roll it down |
| That Ruger hot on my hip and got 30 rounds |
| I keep my hand on a chopper nigga |
| Those fufu boys? |
| We air 'em, coroner’s gone stretch 'em out |
| Popo and detectives gon' be worryin' bout my whereabouts |
| Those fufu boys? |
| We air 'em, coroner’s gone stretch 'em out |
| Popo and detectives gone be worryin' bout my whereabouts |
| Don’t fuck with me, stay in your lane |
| Thug everyday and never change, man |
| And if I see another day |
| I wake back up and do the same thing |
| Don’t fuck with me, stay in your lane |
| Thug everyday and never change, man |
| And if I see another day |
| I wake back up and do the same thang |