| Pourin' up for them real niggas
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| We gon' roll one up for the real hittas
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| (I'm working on dying)
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| Quando Rondo, nigga
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| All the real niggas in Heaven, man, I need someone to call on
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| Nowadays these phones tapped, I don’t even wanna talk on 'em
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| Down a very long road, these niggas ain’t never walked on it
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| My back against the rope, she cut her ties so I could fall on it
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| You wasn’t built to hold shit down, that’s why you turned your back on me
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| You couldn’t hold me down, even if you had on some gravity
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| I built my own empire, they tryna take down my masterpiece
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| I think they mad I turned my dreams into reality
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| See, I was grindin' out my trunk, I feel like Master P
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| Pourin' up for them real niggas
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| Roll one up for them real niggas
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| Dope boy dreams, sip out the cup for them real niggas
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| Post in the cut with them real killas
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| Loyalty run deep, but it seem like my friends ain’t friends no more
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| Blood in the streets plus in my veins don’t make us kin no more
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| 15K, that’s for a verse, remember gettin' 10 a show
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| Goin' before my time, I’m like a binder, I won’t bend or fold
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| I put my dick inside your ear, fuck what you heard, but they stay talkin'
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| Feelin' just like Future off this herb, and plus them Perkys callin'
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| I could hear Miss Murdy callin'
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| Pick up the phone, she tellin' me I ain’t got no worries, darlin'
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| Like Hakuna Matata
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| It ain’t no more room on my roster
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| I flip around the city with top shottas
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| Timmy told me go get 'em, and I got 'em
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| All 'em broken promises, I never bought 'em
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| All the real niggas in Heaven, man, I need someone to call on
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| Nowadays these phones tapped, I don’t even wanna talk on 'em
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| Down a very long road, these niggas ain’t never walked on it
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| My back against the rope, she cut her ties so I could fall on it
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| You wasn’t built to hold shit down, that’s why you turned your back on me
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| You couldn’t hold me down, even if you had on some gravity
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| I built my own empire, they tryna take down my masterpiece
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| I think they mad I turned my dreams into reality
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| See, I was grindin' out my trunk, I feel like Master P
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| Pourin' up for them real niggas
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| Roll one up for them real niggas
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| Dope boy dreams, sip out the cup for them real niggas
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| Post in the cut with them real killas
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| All banded up, so I’m by myself
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| No, I don’t really be on no party shit
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| I’m tryna feed the streets, I feel like Roddy Ricch
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| How you 'posed to be my dawg, you wanna murk me, though?
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| Signed to the streets three times, I feel like Durkio
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| Countin' a Patek while on a jet, I ain’t talkin' Tokyo
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| You told them lies to me, no Pinocchio
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| And then you got the nerve to ask me how I feel, nigga
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| Pour one up for them real niggas
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| I wanna tell the world about you just so they could get jealous
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| And if you see her 'fore I do, tell her I wish that I met her
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| If I catch the opposition, guarantee I’ma scratch 'em
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| So we bet' not let me catch 'em
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| All the real niggas in Heaven, man, I need someone to call on
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| Nowadays these phones tapped, I don’t even wanna talk on 'em
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| Down a very long road, these niggas ain’t never walked on it
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| My back against the rope, she cut her ties so I could fall on it
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| You wasn’t built to hold shit down, that’s why you turned your back on me
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| You couldn’t hold me down, even if you had on some gravity
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| I built my own empire, they tryna take down my masterpiece
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| I think they mad I turned my dreams into reality
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| See, I was grindin' out my trunk, I feel like Master P
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| Pourin' up for them real niggas
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| Roll one up for them real niggas
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| Dope boy dreams, sip out the cup for them real niggas
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| Post in the cut with them real killas |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dope Boy Dreams , by - Quando Rondo. Song from the album From the Neighborhood to the Stage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп