Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dope!, artist - Royce 5'9.
Date of issue: 14.04.2016
Song language: English
Dope! |
Hello |
Hey Lincoln |
Hey Porsche what’s up |
Hey baby what’s up |
Nah nothing much, what’s up with you? |
Nah nothing, got this broke ass nigga outside |
Oh y’all about to go out? |
Hang? |
I ain’t going out for long |
Probably cause he don’t be blowing no good |
Naw baby he ain’t like you, he don’t be blowing no good |
Haha well shit I got hotpockets in the oven, what you need? |
I wanna see you later |
Well my son do got a basketball game later on, but that lil nigga ain’t even |
starting so |
You so crazy |
Yeah I’m…I can save that gas, I’ll be through there |
I been waiting in this bitch driveway for an hour my nigga, hell no |
There’s only one way I can fix this problem my nigga, that’s sell dope |
I ain’t come in this bitch to politic or rub elbows |
Even my own bitch know I’m mentally unavailable, I’m busy, I sell dope |
I’m focused, I’m focused, I’m focused on three things |
That’s go and buy three chains, that’s fuck your bitch at my earliest |
convenience and sell dope |
When I’m with her she creeping on you, when I hit it I hit it with my phone on |
speaker phone |
While she’s moaning I’m still tryna, tryna sell dope |
My teacher asked me what I wanna do when I grow up, I told her «Bitch, |
sell dope» |
She told me go to the principal’s office, I went to go sell dope |
I don’t care about y’all, what y’all wear, where y’all been |
All I know is I’m fresh as fuck from head to toe |
If you don’t like it you can get the fuck out my car |
Go over there somewhere and ride Pierre Cardin (You rude) |
And when you see that bum make sure you tell him I said that I sell dope |
For all the times I was dead broke |
Speaking of dead, when I die, I swear I’mma try, I’mma still try to sell dope, |
sell dope |
There’s no other life out here I know |
So I guess I should… |
Sell dope |
This is the only life for me |
So I… |
Sell dope |
The nights are long and cold |
Long and cold |
But out here on these streets you’d swear I had pure gold |
Pure gold |
In my hands I hold your hope |
Nigga cause I… |
Sell dope |
This bitch told me I can’t get them digits my nigga, my nigga, aw hell no |
It’s only one way I’mma fix this my nigga, that’s sell dope |
A fan asked me for a picture, I squatted down for a jail pose |
Then I dashed before the flash could finish, I forgot I had to go sell dope |
What news you got, if it ain’t about selling dope, I can’t take it |
The doctor gave me five months to live, I told her «Nigga, I can’t make it» |
Tell whoever set my expiring date I had a prior engagement to sell dope |
That’s why I’m in every discussion, I could sell a whale a bucket |
Of well water, I could sell Harriot Tubman a mothafuckin' railroad |
I’m the flower with the thorn rising out the concrete, y’all just born on |
Melrose |
I stay strapped, I stay strapped like velcro |
When I meet new people I introduce myself as «I sell dope» |
I just had a job interview, they asked if I ever been to jail before |
I said «Yes» then I got up and left, like fuck this shit I’mma sell dope |
Cause right now I’m dead broke |
Speaking of dead, when I die, I swear I’mma try, I’mma still try to sell dope, |
I’mma try to sell dope |
There’s no other life out here I know |
So I should… |
Sell dope |
This is the only life I know |
The nights are long and cold |
Long and cold |
But out here on these streets you’d swear I had pure gold |
Pure gold |
In my hands I hold your hope |
Nigga cause I… |
Sell dope |
America, America, God shed His grace on thee |
America, America, when will we all be free? |
(I say it every day of my life God bless America) |