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dope boys - keem2klean & hbk mekhi lyrics

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(intro : hbk mekhi)
woah, woah, woah, woah

(chorus : hbk mekhi)
yeah, i’m chasin’ that bag, no i don’t sell dope
my neck drippin’ that swag, all this drip i might need a boat
with this fn i play tag
i just might spray this b*tch at yo’ bro
lil’ b*tch i’m chasin’ that bag, no i can’t worry ’bout a hoe
i’m just worried ’bout that cho
i’m just worried ’bout blue notes
got a white b*tch sniffin’ coke
got a dike b*tch at my door
okay, type sh*t lil’ bro
okay, type sh*t lil’ hoe
i just might take that lil’ hoe
then i pass her right to my bro

(verse one : hbk mekhi)
i’m a young n*gga, and i’m dope
come here b*tch, come give me that throat
know i got fns inside of my coat
i walk around with that motherf*ckin’ tote
if i want that b*tch she can’t tell me no
i’ma f*ck that lil’ b*tch
then kick her out the door
and these n*ggas know i am the sh*t, fasho
and these b*tches know i am the sh*t, fasho
and they know that i’m poppin that sh*t for that cho
i can’t f*ck with these boys, cuz’ they is so broke
i can’t f*ck with these boys, i’m just here for the hoes
i take yo’ b*tch, put my d*ck in her throat
(verse two : keem2klean)
i’m a real dope boy, take me straight to the cheese
i don’t want yo’ throat, i’d rather get zs
you might just be broke, that’s why you can’t keep up with a n*gga like me
i’m sellin this dope (yeah, woah)
get high off this dope (woah)
i’m im robes like the pope
this pistol, yeah, that’s what i tote
his nose real runny, yeah, we gon’ wipe it
when i’m in the store, i ain’t talkin’ doe
yeah, i go and swipe it
we buyin the dope (okay)
we sellin the dope (yeah)
we takin’ the dope (woah, yeah)
get high off the dope (yeah, yeah)
we lovin’ the dope
i’m a real dope boy, got a b*tch on her knees
that stick might just make a n*gga go freeze
yo’ b*tch what i take, woah
that cash what i’m rakin’ in
you n*ggas is fake, yeah
so we gonna go spin again
outside like a yardigan
take a pic in the cardigan
got a stud b*tch, she like a bro
that’s my n*gga, we go get the load
get the pack, and that’s what i flip
get the pack, and that’s what i throw
yeah, woah, yeah, woah, yeah, woah
flip it
(verse three : hbk mekhi)
i might take that hoe and flip her
n*ggas tryna copy my swag, cuz’ that sh*t too different
all this ice i got on got a young n*gga f*ckin’ swimmin’
but i ain’t got no f*ckin’ flippers
might take that lil’ b*tch, and i d*ck her
i might take that lil’ hoe, and i tip her
i cannot save a hoe, i can’t fix her
cookin’ up that dope, yeah i’m mixin’
i might send my lil’ dawg, to blitz him
i might send my lil’ dawg, go get him
yeah, this mac 10 gon’ hit him
yeah, this glock 9 gon’ hit him
yeah, we shot his back like ricky
got this lil’ hoe tryna text me
i just might let her bless me

(chorus : hbk mekhi)
yeah, i’m chasin’ that bag, no i don’t sell dope
my neck drippin’ that swag, all this drip i might need a boat
with this fn i play tag
i just might spray this b*tch at yo’ bro
lil’ b*tch i’m chasin’ that bag, no i can’t worry ’bout a hoe
i’m just worried ’bout that cho
i’m just worried ’bout blue notes
got a white b*tch sniffin’ coke
got a dike b*tch at my door
okay, type sh*t lil’ bro
okay, type sh*t lil’ hoe
i just might take that lil’ hoe
then i pass her right to my bro

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