Lyrics:
gamble Yuh Life,Mi Tek Yuh 3 Points,
When Yuh look Pon Di Broad And Si Di Score.
………………CHORUS…………..
Dope Boy Dope Boy Dope Wi A Dope Boy,
F23king Rich Wi
doomed
Ain't no comin back, livin in the dope game
Cause once you die, nigga you slangin rocks, then that's yo name
On the wall when they run up,
I got
(feat. Juan Gotti, Baby Bash, Carolyn, Coast, Grimm, Low-G, Lucky Luciano, Powda, Quota Key, Rasheed)
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti]
Razaville Texas
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson,
the
?Nicki Scarful? comin' through the bus death
Spreads through camps like ?Parvul?
Young Gotti Kurupt & see with the dope & the green weed
Indeed I'm
Nina called the big dog, I had to breathe smoke
But Yo Gotti and Big Scoob and this ain't 'bout dope?
Bass Ackwards
These niggas ass backwards
She let
and 15th
Big wad of money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo, you want a whole chicken? Mack 10's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't
girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
Check out
the
?Nicki Scarful? comin' through the bus death
Spreads through camps like ?Parvul?
Young Gotti Kurupt & see with the dope & the green weed
Indeed I'm
bussed it all down
And I loaded my mag
Real fucking dope boy
Move weight
Can't complain bout the work
Had to fill my plate
Real life trapstar
Too late
car's white
Motherfuck a hater, I done lived a hard life
I'm swanging out my building
Trying to raise my children
Top got no ceiling, Yo Gotti
Nigga Meek
and too much to manage
I'm on my dope boy shit, yeah my car's white
Motherfuck a hater, I done lived a hard life
I'm swanging out my building, trying
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
[Gotti]
Yo Boo, Irv Gotti
Black, and BJ outta
Wit the f*** up here man
shit done hit the fan
Let's do dis shit man
Fo' real
[Boo]
Let's do
[Gotti]
Yo Boo, Irv Gotti
Black, and BJ outta
Wit the f*** up here man
shit done hit the fan
Let's do dis shit man
Fo' real
[Boo]
Let's do
it
And a rose-gold scale for when I'm reminiscin' (huh?)
Rose-gold Rollie, that's the dope boy watch
Bando-jumpin', that's the dope boy spot (dope
and too much to manage
I'm on my dope boy shit, yeah my car's white
Motherfuck a hater, I done lived a hard life
I'm swanging out my building, trying
the feds got em
Call it what you want it, just can't call me broke boy
And I'm dirty, go out my way to fuck yo ho boy
Its muddy mixed with purple, say it
gettin' me anxious
To speak for my defendants, that say that they plaintive
Guess we guilty by song, but yo the government must be on
(Exodus)
I mean
(Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)
I need the spot with the pots and the pans (pots and the pans)
I got a stick that'll make that boy dance (make
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
everything I'm Yo Gotti
So many choices I'm Bristol's E-40
(Damn) New edition G like the Power Rangers movie
cnd I'm getting' many P's you can call me Puff
the verdict
I'm certified dope
Get murdered by words that I wrote no joke
Eh-yo
You hear the verdict I'm certified dope
Get murdered by words that I wrote no
by a race of Jews and the Lizards control them too
And it's run by some black dude
I'm in love with Yo Gotti
I'm in charge of the Club now too
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