h.o.a. ent. {trizzy, los, and yung tussin} - dope lyrics
[intro: los]
all my sh-t dope
[hook: los & trizzy]
all my sh-t dope
(these n-ggas ready know)
all my sh-t dope
(make these haters choke)
all my sh-t dope
(fingers hurting counting dough)
all my sh-t dope
(from head to toe)
(x2)
[verse 1: los]
all i wanna do it kick back
with a couple females who laid back
no stuck up females man that sh-ts wack
kick they -ss out the section believe that
i’m counting stacks i’m rolling gr-ss
ain’t f-cking with no trash cause all my sh-t dope
from head to toe i stay fresh you know
got them cups poured got them blunts rolled
ever need smoke? got plugs fosho’
man i need my dough
man i need my key
man i need my key
for this house of array
that money what i aim
so don’t stand in my lane
might shove you out the way
got your girl she giving brain
got your girl she giving brain
she educated in every way
she p-ssing tests with a f-cking a
a plus a plus plus plus after plus
[hook: los & trizzy]
all my sh-t dope
(these n-ggas ready know)
all my sh-t dope
(make these haters choke)
all my sh-t dope
(fingers hurting counting dough)
all my sh-t dope
(from head to toe)
(x2)
[verse 2: yung tussin]
make you n-ggas pay
make you n-ggas pay
make you n-ggas pay
i got that frito lay
that be hoa
house of array
sh-t all day
this sh-t be dope
all my sh-t dope
yo b-tch she on c0ke
bro we ain’t got no codes
now we don’t like no codes
boy this ain’t no joke
pull up and we toke
you ho -ss n-ggas be broke
bro this sh-t foreal
these bros they be field
bro been in these fields
my sh-t it’ll k!ll
it’ll leave you n-ggas ill
i do this foreal
you don’t know the deal
i keep it real
you n-ggas you all squeal
ya’ll n-ggas ya’ll squeal
i don’t f-ck with you hoes
i don’t f-ck with you hoes
i don’t f-ck with you hoes
i don’t f-ck with you bros
already know that we got no codes
run in it b-tch you already know
you’ll run up on me and you’ll just get smoked
b-tch we taking tokes we taking jokes we taking jokes uh
[?????????]this sh-t this ain’t a joke
you already know your b-tch trynna’ poke me on facebook
but i blocked that b-tch this ain’t good
you already know my sh-t it be grade a
so this sh-t i be blowing it be strong
your n-ggas they be wrong
my sh-t is that right
i get ya’ll n-ggas with that right
your b-tch she can’t write
your b-tch she a dike
i ain’t f-cking with that b-tch
i’ma get your other b-tch tonight
i’ma loose her p-ssy
like i ain’t losing tonight
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