Dope Boy Fashion lyrics

by

T.I.


[Intro]
Ah, Yeah, Ah, Yeah, Ah
Got big dawg E in this (Yeah n*gga,bankroll, f*ck)
Yeah, ah, Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Mama could afford [??], so we served [??]
In the kitchen, having foreplay with a .48
Drop it in the pot and make it [??] like [??] , whip like [??] and b*tch ain't hard
I was just orphan tryna find a wealth and fortune, with the b*tches in the trenches , I'm [??]
Got my cookies on the stove, like we great Americans
Scaling, get that mail in off the Merilyn
Dead [??] murder bar, string dope
Tryna rob, get shot through the peep-hole
Got them cameras on your ass, be a star n*gga
Tryna get it out, she won't get far n*gga
Twelve riding up and down the street
Wonder if we're getting busted, any time any week
Tryna keep this sh*t discrete
If they come, we retreat
They ain't' finding [??]
n*ggas tryna work with [??] like he Dame Dash
Yeah, he getting all the weight like slim [??]
Got the motherf*ckers trapping like the gym class
'Cus enough cash never was enough cash
Nineteen, rocking Louis like [??]
Got no heart in these streets, I'm a scarecrow
I'm sticking to the money like Velcro
Tryna come up on a Benz off a elbow

[Hook]
Street n*gga (Yeah)
That's all I'm ever gon' be, n*gga
Got a chopper on the seat, n*gga
Keep some drugs on me, n*gga
Street n*gga (Yeah)
Got it all off the dope money
Tryna give me up some hope money
Stash the gotta-go-to-court money
Street n*gga (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
On probation, we put rollies, still rocking rollies
Got gold on ice, got it like a [??]
Got a pocket full of money, mouth full of trophies
Catch your boy about ten, that was same code
Say a prayer, after every transaction
Hit the club in real dope boy fashion
Real n*ggas, bad b*tches come with us so
Can't talk much , we just stand [?/] tho
Bunch of mini Gucci [??] running from the [??]
Make a player [??] got and get some [??]
Lord forgive me from my sinnings, I'm so winning winning
They ain't getting to me, so I had to go and get it
I'm committed to it, so I got my hand dirty
Ain't no [??], ain't no sense of being nervous
I was born broke, n*gga tryna die rich
What it got for me to lose, I ain't got sh*t
Can't miss what you never had
I'm too obsessed with what I never had
I want a thou now in every bag
I'm tryna squeeze a dime off a nine
I jumped in the game, I ain't in a [??]
n*ggas say it coming, I'm just waiting over time
Partner dropped a [??], playing [??] while I'm driving
Tryna stretch your daughter, get my n*gga out his bond

[Hook]
Street n*gga (Yeah)
That's all I'm ever gon' be, n*gga
Got a chopper on the seat, n*gga
Keep some drugs on me, n*gga
Street n*gga (Yeah)
Got it all off the dope money
Tryna give me up some hope money
Stash the gotta-go-to-court money
Street n*gga (Yeah)

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