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rediroc – 80s dope lyrics

[intro: rediroc]
only a few gonna know what we talkin bout
everybody ain’t gonna get it

[chorus: rediroc]
dirty money and more fiends
clean money for more guns
we gettin’ high on the highway
and we trappin in the dark low
my sneaker box was my bank account
i risk it all just to live this life
and when the monday numbers creepin’ up
i’m slidin’ off and i’m dippin’ out

[verse 1: dark lo]
i got dippers out, 30 shot clippers out
i pray to god that my sons take a different route
i bail my n-gg-s’ out, mac in my hitters out
i pray to god that them n-gg-s’ never snitch me out
hugo ball slacks, feet got versace on
she said i’m better wit my sweats and hurraches on
i’m drawn, sneaker box was the bank account
only 1 chance to blow, n-gg-, make it count
she did a split on my d-ck, i told her “make it bounce”
p-ssy lost and found, hating come in large amounts
ot, gettin’ high on the highway
fn, hit a n-gg-, flip him side ways!

[verse 2: rediroc]
trap season, crack dealing cuz i need the money
56 on the dot, cuz i need the money
n-gg- wit an att-tude, eazy money
money over b-tches, ain’t loyal, chris breezy on them
for my n-gg-s’ in harlem bigger than alpo
or b-more n-gg-s’ bigger than avon
to my b-tch in va that’s driving the volvo
dope in the fender, tip to, p-ss it off slow
agm with the original block hustlaz
glock dumpin’, 30 shots and i won’t stop until i drop somethin
i’m like ” b-tch, i’m tryna cop somethin”
so, i’m in the kitchen till’ i 2 door drop somethin
that’s real

- rediroc lyrics

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