[Tyga] T-raw rock my own kick game 8 figure deal figure how I’m courtside at clip game Still pop ace king sh-t I’m with Rozay Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ OK the day you beating me b-tch no day Benz a make her dance that’s thousand dollar foreplay AK get a full clip not a sound wave You kissed her in her mouth, ask her how my dick taste B-tch n-gga you don’t want no drama I’m worth a couple commas It’s death before dishonor Last king come sign up all my sh-t be designer Extraordinary rhymer I bodied yo’ sh-t for nothin’ Wes, west up, hot temper Get wet up she give me head not neck up She clean the mess up One false move death from gesture Cash in the safe I don’t feel no pressure
[Hook] (x2) I’m dope (All) all my sh-t dope (All) all my sh-t dope Cuz it’s 187 how I killing these hoes
[Verse 2: Rick Ross] sh-t She f-ck Hermes and the hustle Crown on the watch she got n-ggas still thuggin’ 8.7 on the crib so f-ck it Went gold in a month so it ain’t no budget New chains, Rolex links New chick just to drag my mink New car just to ride around here Aviator crew we flyest ’round here Hating on hood n-ggas dying ’round here Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard Cars rockstar dope boys at odds I done seen it all but it’s back to these broads’ Hands clap like a n-gga in the stadium Million dollar chain but I’m rocking 8 of ‘em I see you sleeping boy don’t make me pick your label up Scottie Pippen on the dribble I just laid ‘em up Another triple got me tripping like it’s angel dust We just winning all the women in my table ah Say my name say my name n-gga say my name 100 million dollar n-gga, n-gga say my name
[Hook:] (x2) I’m dope (All) all my sh-t dope (All) all my sh-t dope Cuz it’s 187 how I killing these hoes
[Tyga] Chief rocka, pill popper Tell them pull them things out cause my car topless Off topic, get on top it wish us some absence So sincere in her belly, that’s the nah sh-t King announcing that gangsta sh-t we mobbin’ We taking your dollars Creflo no white collar I (pop pop) wish a n-gga would call Thomas b-tch I’m the bomb call me the Unabomber Money in my game I’m driving sh-t that’s insane You n-ggas stay in your lane no playing ain’t nothing changed Pardon this good regime, I make your girl David Blaine Murder was the case all the kids say that n-gga T-raw
[Hook] (x2) I’m dope (All) all my sh-t dope (All) all my sh-t dope Cuz it’s 187 how I killing these hoestekst mp4.com.plTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
