Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dope Boy Fashion, artist - RaraDate of issue: 09.03.2017
Song language: English
Dope Boy Fashion |
| Ah, Yeah, Ah, Yeah, Ah |
| Got big dawg E in this (Yeah nigga, bankroll, fuck) |
| Yeah, ah, Yeah, yeah |
| Mama could afford, so we served |
| In the kitchen, having foreplay with a .48 |
| Drop it in the pot and make it like, whip like and bitch ain’t hard |
| I was just orphan tryna find a wealth and fortune, with the bitches in the |
| trenches, I’m |
| Got my cookies on the stove, like we great Americans |
| Scaling, get that mail in off the Merilyn |
| Dead murder bar, string dope |
| Tryna rob, get shot through the peep-hole |
| Got them cameras on your ass, be a star nigga |
| Tryna get it out, she won’t get far nigga |
| Twelve riding up and down the street |
| Wonder if we’re getting busted, any time any week |
| Tryna keep this shit discrete |
| If they come, we retreat |
| They ain’t' finding |
| Niggas tryna work with like he Dame Dash |
| Yeah, he getting all the weight like slim |
| Got the motherfuckers trapping like the gym class |
| 'Cus enough cash never was enough cash |
| Nineteen, rocking Louis like |
| Got no heart in these streets, I’m a scarecrow |
| I’m sticking to the money like Velcro |
| Tryna come up on a Benz off a elbow |
| Street nigga (Yeah) |
| That’s all I’m ever gon' be, nigga |
| Got a chopper on the seat, nigga |
| Keep some drugs on me, nigga |
| Street nigga (Yeah) |
| Got it all off the dope money |
| Tryna give me up some hope money |
| Stash the gotta-go-to-court money |
| Street nigga (Yeah) |
| On probation, we put rollies, still rocking rollies |
| Got gold on ice, got it like a |
| Got a pocket full of money, mouth full of trophies |
| Catch your boy about ten, that was same code |
| Say a prayer, after every transaction |
| Hit the club in real dope boy fashion |
| Real niggas, bad bitches come with us so |
| Can’t talk much, we just stand tho |
| Bunch of mini Gucci running from the |
| Make a player got and get some |
| Lord forgive me from my sinnings, I’m so winning winning |
| They ain’t getting to me, so I had to go and get it |
| I’m committed to it, so I got my hand dirty |
| Ain’t no, ain’t no sense of being nervous |
| I was born broke, nigga tryna die rich |
| What it got for me to lose, I ain’t got shit |
| Can’t miss what you never had |
| I’m too obsessed with what I never had |
| I want a thou now in every bag |
| I’m tryna squeeze a dime off a nine |
| I jumped in the game, I ain’t in a |
| Niggas say it coming, I’m just waiting over time |
| Partner dropped a, playing while I’m driving |
| Tryna stretch your daughter, get my nigga out his bond |
| Street nigga (Yeah) |
| That’s all I’m ever gon' be, nigga |
| Got a chopper on the seat, nigga |
| Keep some drugs on me, nigga |
| Street nigga (Yeah) |
| Got it all off the dope money |
| Tryna give me up some hope money |
| Stash the gotta-go-to-court money |
| Street nigga (Yeah) |