Tyga — Dope (feat. Rick Ross) текст песни (слова) lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyga]
T-raw rock my own kick game
8 figure deal figure how I’m
Courtside at clip game
Still pop ace king shit I’m with rose

Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ
OK the day you beating me bitch no day
Bandz a make her dance that’s
Thousand dollar foreplay

AK get a full clip not a soundwave
You kissed her in her mouth, ask
Her how my d*ck taste
B*tch ni*ga you don’t want no

drama I’m worth a couple commas
It’s death before dishonor
Last king come sign up all my sh*t be disgner
Extroardinary rhymer I bodied

yo’ sh*t for nothin’
Wes, west up, hot temper
Get wet up she give me head not neck up
She clean the mess up
One false move death from gesture
Cash in the safe I don’t feel no pressure

[Hook]
I’m dope
(All) all my sh*t dope
(All) all my sh*t dope
Cuz it’s 187 how I killing these hoes

I’m dope
(All) all my sh*t dope
(All) all my sh*t dope
Cuz it’s 187 how I killing these hoes

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Sh*t She f*ck hermes and the hustle
Crown on the watch she got
Ni*gas still thuggin’
8.7 on the crib so f*ck it

Went gold in a month so it ain’t no budget
New chains, rollex links
New chick just to drag my mink
New car just to ride around here

Aviator crew we flies ’round here
Hating on hood nig*as dying ’round here
Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard
Cars rockstar dope boys at odds

I done seen it all but it’s back to these broads’
Hands clap like a ni*ga in the stadium
Million dollar chain but I’m rocking 8 of ’em
I see you sleeping boy don’t
Make me pick your label up

Scottie pipen on the dribble I just laid ’em up
Another triple got me tripping like it’s angel dust
We just winning all the women in my table ah
Say my name say my name nig*a say my name
100 million dollar nig*a, nig*a say my name

[Hook]
I’m dope
(All) all my sh*t dope
(All) all my sh*t dope
Cuz it’s 187 how I killing these hoes

I’m dope
(All) all my sh*t dope
(All) all my sh*t dope
Cuz it’s 187 how I killing these hoes

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Chief rocka, pill popper
Tell them pull them things out
Cause my car topless
Off topic, get on top it wish us some absence

So sincere in her belly, that’s the nah sh*t
King announcing that gangsta sh*t we mobbin’
We taking your dollars creflo no white collar
I (pop pop) wish a nig*ga would call thomas

B*tch I’m the bomb call me the unabomber
Money in my game I’m driving
Sh*t that’s insane
You ni*gas stay in your lane no

Playing ain’t nothing changed
Pardon this good regime, I make
Your girl david blaine
Murder was the case all the kids
Say that ni*ga T-raw

[Hook]
I’m dope
(All) all my sh*t dope
(All) all my sh*t dope
Cuz it’s 187 how I killing these hoes

I’m dope
(All) all my sh*t dope
(All) all my sh*t dope
Cuz it’s 187 how I killing these hoes

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