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dope - vrikie lyrics

[verse 1: vrikie]
avid stoner, alcoholic. big screen no panasonic
just keep rolling the camera darn it, while i run this b-tch like a hamster on it
my goodness, my goodness. keep spitting that good shit
while you play about, staying out, we’re laying out this blue print
ahoy, amen, true that. what’s wrong mother f-cker, you mad?
cause i’m with a b-tch flyer than a toucan, and she looks so good she makes me look bad
and she even got pretty girls next to her, and her ex is like nothing but dead to her
and she ask why i’m looking like sex to her. well f-ck it, i simply said to her
i woke up like this. swag on lock so i’m stuck like this
stay with the juice in the cup like this. n-body ever never gave a f-ck like this, no
b-tches they come they go. ho told me she in-love, i ain’t slow
hit and run, then i gotta lay low. -ss in my hands like it’s play dough
woah! she got a bubble like she’s bong water
pussy so hot, i need tongs for her
i need oven mitts. and i get her baked
still need oven mitts. f-ck my government

[hook: vrikie]
i might touch her, but i’ll never judge her
i’m a real n-gg-, dope mother f-cker
smooth operator, mr. lover lover
real n-gg-, dope mother f-cker
on that indi, til’ it k!lls me
put me six feet, pleading guilty
and i stand out, i’m no undercover
i’m a real n-gg-, dope mother f-cker

[verse 2: draft]
i been scheming on the low don’t ask me what’s up
don’t ask me what’s up (ohhh)
i been waiting on my chance for me to re-up
lets just hope i re-up (ohhh)
put all this work into my story hope they listen
i just hope they listen (huh)
name’s draft and i don’t say that for no reason
i don’t plan on leaving
ball and chain, i ain’t going nowhere, shackle down for wat i stand for
street n-gg- bleed concrete, dog a b-tch on all four
but that ain’t wat i came to talk about
you need to know that i’m so much more
i’ll let it reach you by word of mouth
mastermind at this art of war, war
i been grinding on the low don’t ask me wats up, don’t ask me wats up (nooo)
i hear them talking but they ain’t saying nothing, no they ain’t saying nothing (ohhh)

[verse 3: broken life]
let a white boy come & snap with a little bit of kirko bangz
swear my flow a torch, swear her pussy flame
homie said get oven mitts, -ss fatter than minaj
got instaframe just to create a nude collage (whoop! whoop!)
shit is dope, got em praying like the pope
broken life to end this shit, then it’s off to scoop your b-tch
dtp is dead i’m still living ludacris
now let the beast out so i can slow stroke a bit
one for the money, imma h–rd it all
b-tches called me a player so i left em all to ball
triple double with these chicks like russell westbrook
loving nerdy chicks so i guess i’m f-cking nooks
this stream to the fullest stay off that bullshit
so many moves being made i’m clueless
but we some dope muh f-ckers with some dope muh f-ckers
they already know

- vrikie lyrics

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