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rara – dope boy fashion

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[intro]
ah, yeah, ah, yeah, ah
got big dawg e in this (yeah n-gga,bankroll, f-ck)
yeah, ah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
mama could afford [??], so we served [??]
in the kitchen, having foreplay with a .48
drop it in the pot and make it [??] like [??] , whip like [??] and b-tch ain’t hard
i was just orphan tryna find a wealth and fortune, with the b-tches in the trenches , i’m [??]
got my cookies on the stove, like we great americans
scaling, get that mail in off the merilyn
dead [??] murder bar, string dope
tryna rob, get shot through the peep-hole
got them cameras on your -ss, be a star n-gga
tryna get it out, she won’t get far n-gga
twelve riding up and down the street
wonder if we’re getting busted, any time any week
tryna keep this sh-t discrete
if they come, we retreat
they ain’t’ finding [??]
n-ggas tryna work with [??] like he dame dash
yeah, he getting all the weight like slim [??]
got the motherf-ckers trapping like the gym cl-ss
‘cus enough cash never was enough cash
nineteen, rocking louis like [??]
got no heart in these streets, i’m a scarecrow
i’m sticking to the money like velcro
tryna come up on a benz off a elbow

[hook]
street n-gga (yeah)
that’s all i’m ever gon’ be, n-gga
got a chopper on the seat, n-gga
keep some drugs on me, n-gga
street n-gga (yeah)
got it all off the dope money
tryna give me up some hope money
stash the gotta-go-to-court money
street n-gga (yeah)

[verse 2]
on probation, we put rollies, still rocking rollies
got gold on ice, got it like a [??]
got a pocket full of money, mouth full of trophies
catch your boy about ten, that was same code
say a prayer, after every transaction
hit the club in real dope boy fashion
real n-ggas, bad b-tches come with us so
can’t talk much , we just stand [?/] tho
bunch of mini gucci [??] running from the [??]
make a player [??] got and get some [??]
lord forgive me from my sinnings, i’m so winning winning
they ain’t getting to me, so i had to go and get it
i’m committed to it, so i got my hand dirty
ain’t no [??], ain’t no sense of being nervous
i was born broke, n-gga tryna die rich
what it got for me to lose, i ain’t got sh-t
can’t miss what you never had
i’m too obsessed with what i never had
i want a thou now in every bag
i’m tryna squeeze a dime off a nine
i jumped in the game, i ain’t in a [??]
n-ggas say it coming, i’m just waiting over time
partner dropped a [??], playing [??] while i’m driving
tryna stretch your daughter, get my n-gga out his bond

[hook]
street n-gga (yeah)
that’s all i’m ever gon’ be, n-gga
got a chopper on the seat, n-gga
keep some drugs on me, n-gga
street n-gga (yeah)
got it all off the dope money
tryna give me up some hope money
stash the gotta-go-to-court money
street n-gga (yeah)

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