Paroles Dope Boy par Asian Doll

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He my dope boy (bitch I’m a real one, you basic)
Watch them cars, they be chasin (we got killers with them snipers, broke niggas, they don’t like us)


Mama told me, “Don’t fuck with the streets”
I must admit, Ima do me
I been to jail, I been through hell
I’m from them streets where they eatin
They [?], they greedy
But I keep on wanting back, cause I’m in love with the trap
He’s a dope boy
Serving all the feens, yeah what he known for
We be cruising the city all night with the chauffeur
That’s my coke boy, he realer than most boys


Shawty on go, run up this 30 gone blow
these bitches, they know
My little eater, fuck him til I catch a seizure
Posted? I’m hittin his beeper
Hate for no reason, flexin, finessing my season
Show me the real, ima keep it
Down on my last, bitches ain’t help but they laughed
Hunnid, can’t count it in cash
Dope boy, Dope boy
We both from the block, same [?], same Glock, same
Bitch you wanna say it, don’t show us
When we young, high school, [?] in the gym
First time that I [?]
Lean down, come lay on my shoulder
My LV smell and it’s reekin his odor
Ima pull up, get a bag
Don’t want your nigga, I’ll pass
Asian she real, asian she trill
Asian the baddest that come out the field
Pretty and chill, fly to the hills
Play with me once, he be ready to kill
Shawty the goat, bad bitch [?] that coke
and poppin it slow, niggas gone act like they know


Mama told me, “Don’t fuck with the streets”
I must admit, Ima do me
I been to jail, I been through hell
I’m from them streets where they eatin
They [?], they greedy
But I keep on wanting back, cause I’m in love with the trap
He’s a dope boy
Serving all the feens, yeah what he known for
We be cruising the city all night with the chauffeur
That’s my coke boy, he realer than most boys


Selling this dope, I got a freak and she like to get choked
Keep it lowkey with her, I never post
I know her body, I be takin notes
I got this liquor, she driving the boat
She ain’t in denial, she know I’m the goat
I’m dressed in designer, got [?] on my coat
And she know I know she a freak on the low
Hop in the street wit it, I’m in the trenches
You bet not call me with all of that bitchin
That pussy on lock and she never be friendly
Hit from that back bitch and I got you twitchin
I see it all through these Cartier lenses
You know that I got the streets in a frenzy
I got these diamonds, I got these [?]
Hood in control like I work at [?]
No other bitch gone do me like you do me
I stole your heart, you gone have to sue me
We ain’t got no friends, the Benz got two seats
Yeah, yeah
Youn really need nobody, you better believe you got it
I fuck wit you cause you solid, yeah I fuck wit you cause you solid


Mama told me, “Don’t fuck with the streets”
I must admit, Ima do me
I been to jail, I been through hell
I’m from them streets where they eatin
They [?], they greedy
But I keep on wanting back, cause I’m in love with the trap
He’s a dope boy
Serving all the feens, yeah what he known for
We be cruising the city all night with the chauffeur
That’s my coke boy, he realer than most boys


Yeah, yeah
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