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dope - young wicked lyrics

peep gang
my sh*ts dope (dope, dope, dope)
shoot it in your veins snort it up like coke
you can hear it in your brain
you can feel it to your soul
have you runnin’ up talkin’ bout you fendin’ for some more let’em know (know, know, know)
i got the chicken and waffle like i was all in roscoe’s man i’m never gonna stop ima k!ll it and rock shows for the juggalos and sinners and all the lost souls here we go (go, go go, go)
ima bring my wicked sh*t all over the whole globe the beat is on fire man the rapping is so cold and i can play every instrument even the banjo like
ay, ay even if you feeling like i’ll never do what you do
don’t get too comfortable cause i’m coming for you, true
spit it when i’m coming with the hits like youtube (bomb)
y’all tippy*toe around the wicked flow that i’m (on)
i won’t stop until the atomic blast goes off and were (gone)
bye bye to the life in the hole but before die but before i go i’m making sure that everybody know

[chorus]
my sh*ts dope (dope, dope, dope) (try tell me my sh*t ain’t dope) (dope man!) [x4]

[verse 2: jellyroll]
came from the bottom i’m a product of the struggle and that goes for every motherf*cker i know (i know)
i was a long shot back from the bottom i came out the motherf*ckin’ gutter i rose
jellyroll you so country dog but f*ck em’all i feel like i’m above the law and f*ck the talk
’fore i argue with you these days i swear i will f*ck your broad (forreal)
me and wicked was kickin’ sh*t and politicking sh*t
about how my fat ass just spread my white trash on all this wicked sh*t (haha)
that violent j malicious sh*t
i’m sh*ggy’s twin with a vicious twist
i swear i’m somewhere between kid rock and that old twiztid sh*t (that’s f*cken crazy)
that’s dope baby that’s dope baby eric clapton (get it)
cocaine make it happen i’ll be cool if i don’t make it rapping (come on)
this sh*t dope i had to do it plus i love major music
money to be made then take me to it
y’all know how we do it that’s

[chorus]
my sh*ts dope (dope, dope, dope) (try tell me my sh*t ain’t dope) (dope man!) [x4]

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