Ice Berg
Ice Berg - Dope lyrics
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Look, this here remind me of deep cover Had a motherfucking foursome, used three rubbers Tryina take over the streets, tryina be bubba Untouchable, shout out to my uncle Owen Nigga think I'm green, I'mma show him what his money do Drop cheese, I hear homies coming out for you They got me look around, man, I'm feeling hotter Life I was getting a loft, Ford bmax Nigga say that we ain't got it and we crazy Numbers don't lie, the shit you talking is just hating Bitches gonna ride with whoever is doing the greatest So we hopping off the party, bought some ten pretty ladies Why you broke, broke, broke little nigga? You can't be caught tryina smoke little nigga All my dogs fucking with enough paper till the point We got tables next to the ball players And I ain't fucking bitch, yeah, she on little weight My dog in the county, heard about it from a cell mate Head nigga with paper from Lauderdale to jail rape Fuck, but when it's my turn, you wanna play or hate? Nah, 54, chew chew what it do? Call the beach side boys, are they up? I'm tryina be low key, tryina the small cup But it's hard to hide when all you got is flawless And I'm on that good shit nigga, word Thick smoke I'm pulling nigga This OG got me crooked, all you rookies stick to that bullshit nigga All my shit dope, billion burn shit dope The life, oh shit dope