Issue No 192 Dope Lyrics


Dope by Issue No. 192

(Verse)
My momma, she a queen, I ain't no son of a bitch
While you was busy hatin', I was busy gettin' rich
I'm back up on my mount, niggas waitin' for the pitch
GOnna break that cookie, I prepare like a dish
These haters hold you back, they'll pull you to the gutter
Her face all in my lap and she don't even stutter
I put her on the map, my nigga, word to mother
All these bitches sellin' pussy, they just do it undercover
My bitch super bad, my whip super clean
I'm prime time for real, on that HD screen
I smoke a lot of kush, I fuck a lot of hoes
I made a few mistakes but that's just how it goes

(Hook)
They say I'm doper than the brick man
That Henny got me leanin' like a kit-stand

I hit off the bench, I'm like a sixth man
Guarantee she goin' down, I'm talkin' quicksand
They say my shit is
Dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope
They say my shit is
Dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope
They say my shit is
Dope - that's another hit, dope - that's another hit
Dope - that's another hit, dope - that's another hit
Dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope
Dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope

(Verse 2)
I got that D.O.P.E., live and uncut on TV
So good it start in that kitchen and find it's way to the street
Just had to play my position and whip it up on these beats
You get a hit of this here, freeze off yo face or yo feet
She fell in L.O.V.E., this how he flex the kid
And she a dope girl for real when she get next to the kid
I tell her clean up the ? and watch her clean up the crib
They help me clean up these nots and get back home where you live
I got this bitch in a daze, she ride it out for real
I'm young black and payed with or without a deal
That coke all white, my chronic all green
And I smoke to meditate, stay high I'm ridin' clean
I got some shooters on the payroll
It ain't a thing to me to drop some pesos
Yeah, problems, they get handled if I say so
Man, I'm good with the connect, my prices stay low

(Hook)
They say I'm doper than the brick man
That Henny got me leanin' like a kit-stand
I hit off the bench, I'm like a sixth man
Guarantee she goin' down, I'm talkin' quicksand
They say my shit is
Dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope
They say my shit is
Dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope
They say my shit is
Dope - that's another hit, dope - that's another hit
Dope - that's another hit, dope - that's another hit
Dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope
Dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope dope

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