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rick ross - dope dick lyrics

[intro]
ain’t no makin’ love to a young dope boy, a young rich n-gg-. this that dope d-ck. she addicted to that dope d-ck. i got her hooked, got her locked, talkin’ ’bout rolls royces n-gg-, what else woe? dope d-ck, back seat, front seat

[verse 1]
since i came in the game, you n-gg-s philosophies changed
chasing money, geto boys and underground kingz
wrote the rules on how to ball without a bodyguard
learn to move or get hit with the john gotti charge
i pray you n-gg-s never lose a minute to a cell
or lose your manhood in a yard, painted nails
fairy tales of pretty b-tches livin’ prosperous
your text is quoted, dead bodies never bothered us
at the park was a thing, but we skipped the swing
very place i first seen my first triple beam
dirty game, pillow talkin’ witcha mayne
giver her dope d-ck and all the things that she would say
she the one that put me up on netflix
at the concerts i keep her on the guest list
freaky things, s-x scenes, a bowl of ice cream
my advice to her is time to trade to my team

[hook]
dope boy, dope car, i got the dope d-ck
dope d-ck, the b-tches love me for the dope d-ck
dope d-ck, i f-ck her slow with the dope d-ck
slow d-ck, dope d-ck, i got the dope d-ck
tell her friends she wanna watch you get the dope d-ck
black bottles, late night givin’ you dope d-ck

[verse 2]
100 room mansions, i paid all of the tax
no shots, but i write all of my raps
3 pointer, harold miner when i lean on yah
post means i got the toaster and the beam on yah
broken holes the size of a token and the barrels to smoke yah
know it’s home invasion cause his front door is still open
when i give you game, n-gg-s better pay attention
i’m the big homie on these missions, little n-gg-s listen
survived the drive by but they gave you the shakes
know you tellin’, n-gg-, they played us the tapes
screamin’ maybach but i came in the wraith
put you in the casket, now stay in your place
where i’m from g-ngb-ng is a thing of the past
only thing matter if you black, you getting some cash
if the groupie f-ckin’, then give her a p-ss
when she lookin’ for instructions, i give her a cl-ss

[verse 3]
out in philly i got courtney off in the bentley with me
n-gg-s hatin’ on her [?] i hear other opinions
well educated and she got the strap
on the road to riches, b-tch i can rewrite the map
still stuffin’ money in a minivan
200 acres, goofy i just built the disneyland
get rich or die tryin’, yeah that was 50 plan
filed the chapter 11, guess the n-gg- kidneys failed
b-tch so bad, she in a bidding war
if she needed bone marrow, i woulda did it for her
went from slice and dice pineapple and now it’s pears
addicted to this way of life, never have any care

[outro]
i can’t come to your crib unless you got that netflix account baby. (dope d-ck) add that 10 piece lemon pepper on flat waiting for a young rich n-gg-, (dope d-ck) make sure valet know who it is. (dope d-ck) i hate to have you give valet that talk, ya heard me. (dope d-ck) pistol under the mink mats. one staying with me, (dope d-ck) 2 for 2. 2 door, 4 door (dope d-ck) that’s when i’m gonna give it to her, ya heard me (dope d-ck) i ain’t playin no games, (dope d-ck) real n-gg-, real hustler. she wanna sit it on my face huh, (dope d-ck) i’m gonna bust….with that though. (dope d-ck) i’m gonna give you this dope d-ck. i got you hooked. i got your mind, your body, your soul. you love me baby, you love me baby

- rick ross lyrics

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