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K.P. - Dope boy Lyrics



K.P. - Dope boy Lyrics




Dope boy, still a catch a play in some shell toes
Pull up with a bad bitch, like Karruche, in stilettos
Rich nigga rock Emilio Pucci in the ghetto
Hope ion get booked for this illegal substance, number 2 what it's scheduled
Think me & Speaker Knockerz got the same plug, a Brazilian named Pedro
Told him meet me at the bus station,
10 racks in a carry-on coming off the Metro
Put it on the table, told granny please excuse my elbows
A flower that bloomed in the dark, nigga like a primrose
Seen the bullets jumping out the chamber like Jazmine, busting out the windows
They was shooting on front street and we had to get low
Gotta get it, can feel it in my soul
On a mission down a lonely road
Really some whole hoe's,
Out the city got bigger goals,
Dope boy, still catching plays on a prepaid phone
Odors they strong
Sit back, let the change grow
Ticket in plain clothes,
I bucket my kangol
Ain't yo average G.I. these niggas is plain Joe's
In them places you can't go

From the gutter,
Tryna ball like the Rucker
Where it's at? Did I stutter?
Nightmares make you shudder
Get bread and make butter
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Dope boy, still a catch a play in some shell toes
Pull up with a bad bitch, like Karruche, in stilettos
Rich nigga rock Emilio Pucci in the ghetto
Hope ion get booked for this illegal substance, number 2 what it's scheduled
Think me & Speaker Knockerz got the same plug, a Brazilian named Pedro
Told him meet me at the bus station,
10 racks in a carry-on coming off the Metro
Put it on the table, told granny please excuse my elbows
A flower that bloomed in the dark, nigga like a primrose
Seen the bullets jumping out the chamber like Jazmine, busting out the windows
They was shooting on front street and we had to get low
Gotta get it, can feel it in my soul
On a mission down a lonely road
Really some whole hoe's,
Out the city got bigger goals,
Dope boy, still catching plays on a prepaid phone
Odors they strong
Sit back, let the change grow
Ticket in plain clothes,
I bucket my kangol
Ain't yo average G.I. these niggas is plain Joe's
In them places you can't go

From the gutter,
Tryna ball like the Rucker
Where it's at? Did I stutter?
Nightmares make you shudder
Get bread and make butter
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Writer: Kennede Prince
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: K.P.
Language: English
Length: 2:08
Written by: Kennede Prince

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