Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So Ill So Dope , by - Messy Marv. Release date: 18.04.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
So Ill So Dope |
| Nigga fuck a wife all my life I sold dope |
| The projects baby |
| Twenty-four stackin' dough pushin' coke ya-ye |
| Come on baby, ride wid the Husalah |
| Young cool game from the L-O be crazy |
| Ya shit head ho we gon' get bread tho |
| And swang all day |
| Hustlers call me Hus hoes call me Husalah-a |
| No Iceberg or Coogi, we fresh in the Guess |
| Me and Mack came through sportin' Troops while we scoop |
| In a suit that’ll make ya sweat, I’m stupid def |
| Jammin' on the west slammin' bullets in ya chest |
| We black wave niggas slam dancin' in the 'jects |
| I count my coke profits when I think about sex girl |
| I know ya coochie wet but I just wanna get sucked yo |
| We burnin' rubber right now, cause we out |
| Girl ya somethin' tight, ya wish I had one |
| But ya gotta sell more coke so you can have one |
| We out, have fun |
| All I wanna do, is hustle wid my crew |
| We can get this paper baby |
| We can live life lovely |
| Ah, ah-ahhh, Husalah-ahhh |
| We can make it lovely |
| I probably slide through without a necklace |
| I probably slide through without nothin' on my wrist |
| I’m a fresh kid I don’t need none of that stuff |
| Cause I’m dope, I’m so dope |
| ???Slide through zestways my niggas chief wid O??? |
| Explain it the best way I’m pure stupid silly |
| Hundred percent the kind that’ll pop you wid the fully |
| Hundred percent the kind every queen love Husalah |
| Pullin' twenty-fours everyday |
| Hustler hog and playa P is what a nigga gotta be |
| Or get the fuck from round me, heh |
| Tell 'em again me hafta, tell 'em again |
| I’m Husalah Husalah, heh I’m fresh, I’m so fresh |
| She wanna be my girlfriend but I don’t wanna kiss |
| I rather burn rubber in my shit and swing eights |
| That a boy it’s roller boys we gon' be silly out the gate |
| Cause I’m so ill… cause I’m so dope |
| What is life to you?, they gonna take ya life from you |
| You should say your prayers man |
| Cause life for you ain’t lovely |
| Ah, ah-ahhh, bullets flyyyy |
| But I’mma still live lovely |
| I cried one time I cried one time |
| Slug ripped and my cousin died |
| But not no more, tears from Hus cause my heart stone cold |
| I Got years to be rich I’m, young and pretty |
| Come on baby ya gotta give it to me |
| Look at me huh what the hell you mean |
| No chokin' no drinkin' just stackin' dumb cheese |
| I’m like, Mohammed Ali and I’m six three |
| And I box and knock suckas out swiftly |
| We stuck in this place |
| And all we ever could do is hustle in this place |
| But never go nowhere, stack a couple of G’s |
| Flip lows get towed get sucked by the hoes |
| Buy clothes and dope kicks |
| My nigga died young |
| And all he ever could do was rep where he was from |
| His least breath was the one that blew the breeze through the hood |
| The money never stop nigga it’s thousands in the 'jects |
| Nigga it’s G’s in the hood |
| I think I like the rain |
| Cause everytime the tears drop the rain’ll wash it away |
| My heart is numb to pain I can’t explain how I feel |
| Imagine seein' life the way it really is for real |
| It’s different what you see |
| All I wanna do, is hustle wid my crew |
| We can get this paper baby |
| We can live life lovely |
| Ah, ah-ahhh, Husalah-ahhh |
| We can make it lovely |