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dopehead - epfb lyrics

[intro]
dopehead
dopehead
yeah
yeah

[verse 1]
i’m on linwood, rollin’ up that iraq
i can’t put no more b-tches in my contacts
i weigh that work on my palms, f-ck a pyrex
your b-tch pulled it out, f-cked me up in imax
reefer roastin’ cheifin’ chokin’ keep my lyrics potent
haters notice i’m the dopest, fakers keep me focused
pockets filling full of oxys and she ’bout to snort it
that choppa makes these rapper n-ggas run to full forward it
everybody strapped, all my b-tches head hunters
devil’s heaven free my n-ggas serving dead numbers
i’m in the streets, with the gremlins bout 100 deep
f-ck cpr, choppa leave ’em rip (gremlins)
i’m the hulk on bath salts
i’m the hulk on bath salts
dopehead k!lling sh-t on purpose n-gga
y’all on that broke sh-t, tuesday dollar church’s n-gga

[hook x2]
i don’t know bout y’all n-ggas, but i’m a bruiser ho
i don’t know bout y’all n-ggas, but i’m a bruiser ho
i’ll eat p-ssy, f-ck a b-tch
eat p-ssy, f-ck a b-tch
eat p-ssy, f-ck a b-tch
eat p-ssy, f-ck a b-tch

[verse 2]
f-ck the haters, hypocrites and the nonbelievers
[?] got stuck with the bottom feeders
i smoke the largest reefer jooky never out of season
smoking on that keisha, rip i leave ya
i [?]
how you n-ggas got that work but you ain’t never waitin’
i’m sick of being patient, turn a rapper to a patient
n-ggas style is ancient if they bottom b-tches basic
fake it till you make it tell a bunch of stupid n-ggas
how you talkin’ gangsta you ain’t never shoot a n-gga
infrared beam shoots straight through a n-gga
i smoke blunts, motherf-ckin’ bruiser n-gga
super style, b-tch i’m wild, f-ck a sneak diss
murder rappers like most haters f-ck [?]
these rappers [?] give these n-ggas pink slips
drop it in that p-ssy, swim it all up in that b-tch head

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