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Calebdoee - Dope (feat. Dopeboy Mari) Lyrics



Calebdoee - Dope (feat. Dopeboy Mari) Lyrics
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So where the dope at? Got a couple dope boys tryna poke that
Talk that cash when we was down, yeah we note that
Gang passin our the hearses and you know dat
It's game time in the booth, put a hand up
Ever since I got this mic, it's n***** tryna stand up
Trump been hating real n*****, get yo glands up
1 tape and been the man, getcho fans up
No matter who try and run down, checks get ran up
That's why I keep the circle tight, to pick my mans up
Ever since I got right, the game got blanned up
Take them clams off the ground, run the band up
1 through 15, that's all I really need
Hate Nino did his man, but that's how it really be
Love when my name spoken, but its time to run the fees
Plug locked with the zip, we stay far away from the pleas
Need the fam off the block, but there aint no i in the team
Maybe for the non-active, sit and round and stroke for seeds
Nighttime I prayed for birdies, shoutout Mac, rest in piece
But I can't live on my knees, real ones keep the reams
Shoutout big bro, I gotta get the piece, but every time i book these sessions, mad sudden casualties
If the cents make sense, then I'm with the factuality
Love to the hustlas, double entendre with the G'z ay
So where the dope at? got a couple dope boys tryna poke that
Talk that cash when we was down, yeah we note that
Gang passin out the hearses and you know dat
Ay, they like Dopeboy what you on
Shit I'm just chillin in my home
Smokin on this strong, my eyes low like Cheech and Chong
Bad bitch in her thong, imma dog I wanna bone
White bitch her name Joan, keep my drugs inside her home
Bitch I'm a fool
Drip retarded, I just call it drool
Side bitch what are we I said bitch we cool
Don't break your contract bitch you know the rules
She gone give me head and that lil check from school
When I was a youngin I was humpin on your boo
Now that I'm grown up I'm humpin on her sister too
It would be hard to look at me if I was standing in your shoes
Cause you know she dreams about when I was standing in her poool
You sick
Runnin this race can't slow me down cause I'm too quick
She want to take a trip on top her favorite rocket ship
I let her see my nuggets then she woke up with the Knicks
Alotta cheese no dairy shittin on em like white chicks
Should build crib I got so many of these bricks
You would tell it all if the police hit the switch
Snuck up in the game Like that ninja who on twitch, haa
Do what I want give a f*ck bout how you feel
Give some cheese to a rat bet he squeal
I was hungry got up off my ass made a meal
Rappin tryna pull up on a m without a deal
Green and blue stuffed inside my pockets made em teal
Just cause you do some real shit don't make you real
You a winner on a losing team, Bradley Beal
Yo bitch nurse my body when a n**** feelin ill, ay
Ay, So where the dope at? got a couple dope boys tryna poke that
Talk that cash when we was down, yeah we note that
Gang passin out the hearses and you know dat
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So where the dope at? Got a couple dope boys tryna poke that
Talk that cash when we was down, yeah we note that
Gang passin our the hearses and you know dat
It's game time in the booth, put a hand up
Ever since I got this mic, it's n***** tryna stand up
Trump been hating real n*****, get yo glands up
1 tape and been the man, getcho fans up
No matter who try and run down, checks get ran up
That's why I keep the circle tight, to pick my mans up
Ever since I got right, the game got blanned up
Take them clams off the ground, run the band up
1 through 15, that's all I really need
Hate Nino did his man, but that's how it really be
Love when my name spoken, but its time to run the fees
Plug locked with the zip, we stay far away from the pleas
Need the fam off the block, but there aint no i in the team
Maybe for the non-active, sit and round and stroke for seeds
Nighttime I prayed for birdies, shoutout Mac, rest in piece
But I can't live on my knees, real ones keep the reams
Shoutout big bro, I gotta get the piece, but every time i book these sessions, mad sudden casualties
If the cents make sense, then I'm with the factuality
Love to the hustlas, double entendre with the G'z ay
So where the dope at? got a couple dope boys tryna poke that
Talk that cash when we was down, yeah we note that
Gang passin out the hearses and you know dat
Ay, they like Dopeboy what you on
Shit I'm just chillin in my home
Smokin on this strong, my eyes low like Cheech and Chong
Bad bitch in her thong, imma dog I wanna bone
White bitch her name Joan, keep my drugs inside her home
Bitch I'm a fool
Drip retarded, I just call it drool
Side bitch what are we I said bitch we cool
Don't break your contract bitch you know the rules
She gone give me head and that lil check from school
When I was a youngin I was humpin on your boo
Now that I'm grown up I'm humpin on her sister too
It would be hard to look at me if I was standing in your shoes
Cause you know she dreams about when I was standing in her poool
You sick
Runnin this race can't slow me down cause I'm too quick
She want to take a trip on top her favorite rocket ship
I let her see my nuggets then she woke up with the Knicks
Alotta cheese no dairy shittin on em like white chicks
Should build crib I got so many of these bricks
You would tell it all if the police hit the switch
Snuck up in the game Like that ninja who on twitch, haa
Do what I want give a f*ck bout how you feel
Give some cheese to a rat bet he squeal
I was hungry got up off my ass made a meal
Rappin tryna pull up on a m without a deal
Green and blue stuffed inside my pockets made em teal
Just cause you do some real shit don't make you real
You a winner on a losing team, Bradley Beal
Yo bitch nurse my body when a n**** feelin ill, ay
Ay, So where the dope at? got a couple dope boys tryna poke that
Talk that cash when we was down, yeah we note that
Gang passin out the hearses and you know dat
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Writer: C. Martin, D. Mari
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Performed By: Calebdoee
Length: 3:18
Written by: C. Martin, D. Mari

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