Lyrics:
invest in myself that’s how it gotta be
When I die I gotta make sure all of my kids eat
Keep a white boy he higher than Wiz Khalifa be
Gotta hold yo head
league
You D-league, boy you terrible
Like delinquents, so sorry peeping' tom
Yo ya'll some hot tamales But I'ma need to see some
ID's before I let you
for me
And I'm smart as Ivy league
You D-league boy
You terrible like delinquents
So sorry peeping tom
Yo y'all some hot tamales
But I'ma need to see
ass was to piss up
By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo mouth and
You still talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on knowin' that you fake
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
Turn the heat up on that beef
Ain't nobody cook'n though
A section full of them bitches
That Yo Gotti Look'n foe
Yeah that's them 5 stars
The get
it
First time you were nervous pinch yourself for reassurance
Let that boy flow don't go against his current
Other drugs played out my dope forever
stuck in (CyHi)
Real gangsters don't wanna be in the streets
We just stuck out here 'cause we ain't got nothin', so pray for us
Yeah, no dope
Aye who them niggas over there looking all cfrazy man?!
Yo Polo What the fuck aye go pull over there man
aye aye skurt (gunfire)
Like John gotti I
let me serve,
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word,
All I did was the switch the kitchens,
Did some tracks on the birds,
Irv, Gotti know I'm
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
a dopeboy
Cause I'm just that dope
Said I'm a dopeboy
Na I'm just that dope
They thought I was a dope boy but I'm just that dope
My high school teachers
Why you flexin' boy you don't want no smoke
Why you flexin' boy you don't want no smoke
Why you flexin' boy you don't want no smoke
Why you
CiiJ1
Yo
I got a dope boy swagger I got flavor for real
And I could be up in the trap counting money for real
And I could be moving that work
a spell, it's like magic
Turn that bully boy into a faggot
Turn that pig cop that been jockin' you right back to maggots
Turn his blue steel into plastic
Yo
in)
(All I have in)
(All I have in)
(All I have in)
(All I have in this world)
(Balls)
(Balls)
(Balls)
(Balls)
I started small time, dope
it thunderclap
Killing her thunder-cat, no cap, it's a bucket hat
Broke boy, where yo duckets at?
See I used to be in yo position, I made a decision,
all the [?]
Fucking count it half a hand, give me the pack and I'm a down him
It jumping out the gym, call it trap-oline yayo
How you a dope boy when
ink call it Irv Gotti
Go Kamikaze on a nigga like John Gotti
Blowing sticky on my grizzy
Like my name was Diddy
Bad boy on the block like my name was
It's hard as hell for a young Florida boy
Where we play football and sell dope, man
Gold rims and sticks, 7-trés, no tops, ya dig, candy paints
backflips
Got twenty one hoes
I'm a savage
I turned that lil boy
To the past tense
I fucked on yo bitch
Then I passed it
You riding around
Wit a thottie
I'm
serve them dope boys
I see so many crack babies and laid bitches
Out by the bus stop hounded for a nigga's riches
I just fuck em' then duck em' and then
are my bands where my rubber band mans
Cause we like them bad boys and bad cars
Them hood rich dope boys and trap stars
'Cause we like them bad
I'm in the game
Fallin' the blaze, causin fo' Dade
Doe Boy, Slip-N-Side
Epedemic, Dope Ridas, Cash Money, Terror Squad
Dade County, I do this fo'
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