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Dope Dick

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Dope Dick

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Ain't no makin' love to a young dope boy, a young rich nigga.

This that dope dick. She addicted to that dope dick.

I got her hooked, got her locked, talkin' 'bout Rolls Royces nigga,

what else woe? Dope dick, back seat, front seat

Since I came in the game, you niggas philosophies changed

Chasing money, Geto Boys and Underground Kingz

Wrote the rules on how to ball without a bodyguard

Learn to move or get hit with the John Gotti charge

I pray you niggas never lose a minute to a cell

Or lose your manhood in a yard, painted nails

Fairy tales of pretty bitches livin' prosperous

Your text is quoted, dead bodies never bothered us

At the park was a thing, but we skipped the swing

Very place I first seen my first triple beam

Dirty game, pillow talkin' witcha mayne

Giver her dope dick and all the things that she would say

She the one that put me up on Netflix

At the concerts I keep her on the guest list

Freaky things, sex scenes, a bowl of ice cream

My advice to her is time to trade to my team

Dope boy, dope car, I got the dope dick

Dope dick, the bitches love me for the dope dick

Dope dick, I fuck her slow with the dope dick

Slow dick, dope dick, I got the dope dick

Tell her friends she wanna watch you get the dope dick

Black bottles, late night givin' you dope dick

100 room mansions, I paid all of the tax

No shots, but I write all of my raps

3 pointer, Harold Miner when I lean on yah

Post means I got the toaster and the beam on yah

Broken holes the size of a token and the barrels to smoke yah

Know it's home invasion cause his front door is still open

When I give you game, niggas better pay attention

I'm the big homie on these missions, little niggas listen

Survived the drive by but they gave you the shakes

Know you tellin', nigga, they played us the tapes

Screamin' Maybach but I came in the Wraith

Put you in the casket, now stay in your place

Where I'm from gangbang is a thing of the past

Only thing matter if you black, you getting some cash

If the groupie fuckin', then give her a pass

When she lookin' for instructions, I give her a class

Dope boy, dope car, I got the dope dick

Dope dick, the bitches love me for the dope dick

Dope dick, I fuck her slow with the dope dick

Slow dick, dope dick, I got the dope dick

Tell her friends she wanna watch you get the dope dick

Black bottles, late night givin' you dope dick

Out in Philly I got Courtney off in the Bentley with me

Niggas hatin' on her [?] I hear other opinions

Well educated and she got the strap

On the road to riches, bitch I can rewrite the map

Still stuffin' money in a minivan

200 acres, goofy I just built the Disneyland

Get Rich or Die Tryin', yeah that was 50 plan

Filed the chapter 11, guess the nigga kidneys failed

Bitch so bad, she in a bidding war

If she needed bone marrow, I woulda did it for her

Went from slice and dice pineapple and ice pear

Addicted to this way of life, never have any care

Dope boy, dope car, I got the dope dick

Dope dick, the bitches love me for the dope dick

Dope dick, I fuck her slow with the dope dick

Slow dick, dope dick, I got the dope dick

Tell her friends she wanna watch you get the dope dick

Black bottles, late night givin' you dope dick

I can’t come to your crib unless you got that Netflix account baby. (dope dick) Add that 10 piece lemon pepper on flat waiting for a young rich nigga, (dope dick) make sure valet know who it is. (dope dick) I hate to have you give valet that talk, ya heard me. (dope dick) Pistol under the mink mats. One staying with me, (dope dick) 2 for 2. 2 door, 4 door (dope dick) That’s when I’m gonna give it to her, ya heard me (dope dick) I ain't playin no games, (dope dick) real nigga, real hustler. She wanna sit it on my face huh, (dope dick) I’m gonna bust....with that though. (dope dick) I’m gonna give you this dope dick. I got you hooked. I got your mind, your body, your soul. You love me baby, you love me baby

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