D.O.P.E.
Future, Rick Ross
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Everything dope, everything dope Everything dope, everything dope Everything dope, everything dope Everything dope Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup Run up get murked I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car I got rugs by the door, Versace on the floor Chest full of ink, pussy on the sink My safe full of stones, my phone's always on When my eyes start to roll, you know I'm in the zone Rubber bands on the five, r-rubber band on the ten Gave a bitch all the dubs, hundred grand on the Benz Got a trunk full of dope, plug on the coke Renzel done came up, prosecutors want to know Is everything dope? Is everything dope? How does everything go? And why does every body know? How does every body know? Why does every body know? Everything dope, everything dope Everything dope, everything dope Everything dope, everything dope Everything dope Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup Run up get murked I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car Pinky ring got dope on it Sipping lean keep dope on me Switching lanes like them folks on me Twenty chains got dope on me VVS's that's dope on me Fell in love with the dope angle Pyrex, good perc in it Minute Maid put syrup in it Got a mermaid dripping Hermes Popping pills in the early Her head game so geeked up I'm making money got me Geechi My rolex so Geechi Presidentials so Geechi See my whips they Geechi Roll up Back's they Geechi Racks on racks they Geechi And my whole hood Geechi Let's get intoxicated, oh let's get intoxicated Niggas they mad we made it Look at them niggas they mad we made it Everything dope, everything dope Everything dope, everything dope Everything dope, everything dope Everything dope Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup Run up get murked I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car Fed's at the door, I done flushed all the dope I done run out the back, breakfast on the stove I'm a ain't shit nigga, fucking the same bitch nigga Only one small difference, I'm a straight rich nigga We bury money in the fields Mansions in the hill Strippers at the crib, this is how I live Always wanna smoke, always on the go They always on my page, waiting for the next post Feds wanna know, they just wanna know Is it really dope? Is it really dope? All this shit can't be his, this can't be real Shawty ass so fine, that can't be real Everything dope, everything dope Everything dope, everything dope Everything dope, everything dope Everything dope Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup Run up get murked I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car
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Written by: NAYVADIUS WILBURN, KIRSNICK KHARI BALL, JERMAINE DENNY, KIARI KENDRELL CEPHUS, QUAVIOUS KEYATE MARSHALL, DON PASCHALL, WILLIAM LEONARD ROBERTS
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