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dope spot - luxury tax lyrics

[intro: top]
yeah, n-gga
y’all n-ggas already know what the f-ck goin’ on, n-gga
back off the drank, n-ggas and them motherf-ckers twisted

[chorus: top]
sellin’ bags out the dope spot
smokin’ gas in the dope spot
countin’ racks in the dope spot (f-ck goin’ on)
all the straps in the dope spot
sellin’ bags out the dope spot (bags, n-gga)
smokin’ gas in the dope spot
countin’ racks in the dope spot
all the straps in the dope spot

[verse 1: top]
you work a job, i run a dope spot (i run that motherf-cker)
sellin’ dope with all the doors locked (lock that sh-t)
cameras runnin’ but them pistols ready (y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on)
junkies dyin’ off the sh-t we sellin’
microwave cook the dope, n-gga (f-ck you mean?)
whip it fast, time to go, n-gga (f-ck you talkin’ ’bout?)
sellin’ bags for the low, n-gga (i know what’s goin’ on, n-gga)
i keep the mid for the low, n-gga
caught a fifth ’cause i needed a deuce (i need that sh-t)
now i’m twisted ’cause i drunk the whole deuce
the way i whip, the junkies say i’m the truth
the bullets flip, i hit the block with the two

[chorus: top]
sellin’ bags out the dope spot (bags, n-gga)
smokin’ gas in the dope spot (smokin’)
countin’ racks in the dope spot (racks, n-gga)
all the straps in the dope spot
sellin’ bags out the dope spot (bags, b-tch)
smokin’ gas in the dope spot
countin’ racks in the dope spot (spend that sh-t, b-tch)
all the straps in the dope spot

[verse 2: luxury tax]
fifty of the double ups, i grew up sellin’ rocks
red strings, red chucks, runnin’ from the cops
red beams on the glock, watch me drop, bah-bah-bah
pick the baddest little thot off the block, apricot
i’m a [?], [?], switch hittin’, lane switchin’
b-tch gettin’ six figures, self made, go getter
i’ma ride for ’em, slide for ’em
we trapped together, that’s my brother
he upped the pistol, he gon’ bust
these other n-ggas, i don’t trust ’em
vvs move like ushers, these silent stones, these ain’t no cl-sters
i was trappin’, i was hustlin’, tryin’ to make something out of nothing
load the stick for them busters, came accustomed, livin’ luxurious
i’m too legit to quit, we kick your door, take all your sh-t

- luxury tax lyrics

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