| Got a nigga stackin' caps
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| I’m servin' them bags, I run through 'em all dog
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| Fuckin' on your bitch when you call dog
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| You a bitch goin' through a bitch call log
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| And the Hi-Tech red, that’s real raw
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| Take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down
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| He a gangster but a nigga still squeal now
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| Fuck boy tell me how you still real now
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| I can hit Marlo, get ten pounds
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| Too late for you try to be real now
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| Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now
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| I pull up to the show Balmained down
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| Copycat try to have the same sound
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| Cooked up good dope, run the J’s out
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| Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth
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| Never cashin' in, took the cash route
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| And them sold out dates got a nigga back in they bag
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| You reach for the cash and I bust at your ass
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| And I was just sippin' on Act
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| Got a bustdown cuban link choker, mink gotta match
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| Bitch say she wanna fuck me, no strings attached
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| And I was gettin' fresh just to work in the trap
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| When the trap came, nigga got work in the map
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| And don’t talk on phones, nigga workin' that tap
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| Niggas owe the mob, better pay they tab
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| Whole lot of money, gotta keep my strap
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| Tried to stop sippin' syrup but a nigga relapsed
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| Bangin' my gang like a motherfuckin' frat
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| I don’t love a ho, I can never get attached
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| Gave your ass a loan and you better bring it back
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| Push up on your ho, she was lookin' like a snack
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| Niggas play tough 'til a nigga get whacked
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| All the coupes fast, nigga might as well drag
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| Hundred thousand cash in the Goyard bag
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| Pull up in your hood nigga, I don’t need a pass
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| All blue hundreds, got these fuck niggas mad
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| Robbed a lil nigga, ain’t have to use mags
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| Two-hundred twenty, nigga had to do the dash
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| Killin' all you bullies, think you bad to the bad
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| Marlo countin' Coogi with two hundred on the dash
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| Got a nigga stackin' caps
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| I’m servin' them bags, I run through 'em all dog
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| Fuckin' on your bitch when you call dog
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| You a bitch goin' through a bitch call log
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| And the Hi-Tech red, that’s real raw
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| Take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down
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| He a gangster but a nigga still squeal now
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| Fuck boy tell me how you still real now
|
| I can hit Marlo, get ten pounds
|
| Too late for you try to be real now
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| Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now
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| I pull up to the show Balmained down
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| Copycat try to have the same sound
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| Cooked up good dope, run the J’s out
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| Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth
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| Never cashin' in, took the cash route |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Dope, artist - Marlo. Album song The Real 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп