DOPE NIGGAZ

Yeah, um
Big, black, juicy cock
Yeah
Yeah, ayy, yeah

Dope niggas, livin' off broke niggas, all because of the fame
Thought it's a joke, nigga, yeah I'm running with four figures
All the way to the bank, my bitch got a pole, nigga
We get really smoke niggas, I ain't talkin' bout dank
Mi4, nigga, we pull up to yo show, nigga
Fuck it up with the gang, see me on Vouge, nigga
Yeah duckin parole, nigga, I'm the boy with the fire
You livin' alone, nigga, yeah, your bitch is a gold digger
And my secret admirer
Keep it a buck, nigga, I keep it tucked, nigga
Shoot that boy through the wire

Yeah, ayy, fuckin' a bitch, she be stuck in wedlock
Fuck it, cum quick when I make your bed rock
Suck on my dick, I don't need a pep talk
Fuckin' your kids while I make the rest watch
Squeezing out milk till I make your breast pop

Dope nigga, bouta fist her with no fingers
I go hard in the paint
She drive from the coast, nigga
Onto my dick, nigga, give a fuck what you say



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Writer(s): Dannie Brito
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