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philthy rich - dope boy (remix) lyrics

[intro: rexx life raj]
i remember young n-gg- wanna be a dope boy
ridin’ ’round town in my whip on dubs
young n-gg- wanna be a dope boy
see ’em talk down but your b-tch show love, now i’m up
stylin’ with the glow, boy, bossed up like a dope boy, i’m up
from the regal to the rolls royce, bossed up like a dope boy

[verse 1: kap g]
yeah, if you had a rolex then you was a dope boy
nike cortez, they don’t know boys
tryna get a check even though we were broke, boy
i got b-tches talkin’ fresh like they run around with c-ke, boy
rip to troup, all my hundreds blue
‘member jp used to have them nicks in his shoes
now we ballin’ every day like we came up on the plug
why you all up in my face? you just now showin’ love
had some homies turn to 12, they ain’t with me
i might whip you with my belt, yeah, that’s lv
i just keep it to myself, i’m so empty
just be busting down a bale of some og
i was just a youngin lookin’ up to og’s
you know we won’t leave a trace for the police
she just wanna give me face, that’s emoji
i might fly out to the bay just to smoke weed

[chorus: rexx life raj]
i remember young n-gg- wanna be a dope boy (be a dope boy)
ridin’ ’round town in my whip on dubs
young n-gg- wanna be a dope boy (be a dope boy)
see ’em talk down but your b-tch show love, now i’m up
stylin’ with the glow, boy, bossed up like a dope boy, i’m up
from the regal to the rolls royce, bossed up like a dope boy

[verse 2: philthy rich]
from the regal to the wraith
i can tell what he thinkin’, see the evil in his face (sucker)
hundred thou’ cash, got it stuffed in the safe
hope i never get to touch it, leave it for a rainy day (uh-uh)
it’s hate in your pores and umbrellas in the doors
used to serve winos and watch ’em stumble to the store (seminary)
the closest people to you try to hurt you the most
poppin’ bottles in the club, celebrate when we toast (it’s philthy)
10k a show, seventy-five for a host
a real n-gg- show up to them flyers that i post (solid)
motivate the youth and give the hood n-gg-s hope
no, i don’t g-ngb-ng, but f-ck with bloods and the locs (i do)
test drivin’ bentley trucks before they came out
these jordans two weeks early, they ain’t even came out (is that right?)
sucker got smoked, you should’ve never came out
at every video shoot, i’m bringin’ every chain out, it’s philthy

[verse 3: 03 greedo]
i can never tell these young n-gg-s, “go and be a dope boy”
i just got sentenced to 20 long years
be prepared for what come with baby loc, boy
treat my lil’ homies like my own d-mn kids
i remember i was low, boy
started knockin’ at your door, boy, sellin’ all the dope, boy
sendin’ all these hoes, boy
bangin’ baby loc, n-gg-s ain’t really makin’ no noise
got the loud in my gut
you scared to hit the back, ain’t allowed in the trap
if that b-tch was actin’ g-y, she ain’t allowed on the truck
all you n-gg-s actin’ lame, you ain’t allowed on my track
fake tough, tryna flex, no pressure
every time i pour lean, i don’t measure
man, i’m coolin’ with a knock on the block
no, i’m not smoked out, i just beat a drug test

- philthy rich lyrics

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