freddie gibbs & the world's freshest - bitches, dope, and dollers lyrics
[intro:]
do you wanna ride?
i can’t hear ya? i said do you wanna ride?
[chorus 1:][x2]
when i take that final sleep
i pray my maker carry me
take my fame and pull it free
b-tch n-gga to bury me
was a bigger man
but they make me out of cavity
product of my hood
imma naturally do it for them
[verse 1:]
b-tches, dope and dollaz
rag top dropping bottles
strap on the lap we mobbin’
anything move we robbin
try me
i be ready for the doorway
third degree
some how doa silence me
cadillac inside burgundy
swerving to the beats like surgery
everytime i hear the streets
my ears be listening while the talking
scheming, plotting, scoping
wonder what i roll in, who i roll with
when i’m riding out
fully having n-ggas start hiding out
till the block hit
too hot to cool off
but in my mind i’m a young grinding soldier
frontlining in my motherf-cking shoes off
my birthplace’s the worst place
in texas my first case
i’m paranoid and i’m fully [?]
and i’m saying thanks to my hittas say
hurry up n-gga no time to waste
ski mask on my face
call them hoes hanging at barrio
and tell em let’s go get this cake
all my life i ain’t had sh-t
man, full of bad sh-t
once upon a time i was a child
now i’m a savage
society live and sue a n-gga state with the 2-2-3
do it for the block
do it for the hood
do it for the city
i do it so f-cking g, n-gga
[chorus 1]
[chorus 2:]
b-tches, dope and dollaz [x8]
[verse 2:]
east side g.i
ain’t got a d-mn thing to do but get high
and i keep that famous steel on my lap
i gotta ride for the k!ll
gotta get by
gotta roll for dope
gotta maintain
get to the west coast n-gga same thing
n-gga gotta be down
ride or die
bout it bout it man
i do it for the
dollars and dope
b-tches, benzes and bimmers
dese 90 containers of cocaine
sipping [?] by the liters
that n-gga who you believe in
we black and underachieving
told momma i need some money
she said i’m in need of jesus
know what
these streets so dough up
got a pump in the trunk with a roll up
gotta dough but i gotta get more up
hold some n-gga down for a hold up
what’s up
what’s up with the ski mask
motherf-cker don’t sh-t where you sleep at
get the dope and the money but you keep that
for the one n-gga you don’t wanna see that
these n-ggas got me so trigga happy
and i’m so caught up in this game
and i can’t do sh-t about it
and these n-ggas betta know before i go
imma get what i get up out it
f-ck n-gga i dunno what you bout
but b-tch i been about it
i’m bout them b-tches, dope and dollaz
[chorus 1]
[chorus 2]
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