Future

Future - Feed Me Dope songtekst

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[Intro]

Ready for whatever

Clever as it get

Do I really gotta explain myself



[Chorus]

Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up

Might as well just give your ho up

I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though

Ain't no giving up, you already know how I give it up

Sippin' out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck

Feed me dope, I get wavy like a boat

Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts

I'm off the porch, I'm skippin' court

Skip to my lou, trapping a sport

Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)

Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy

Go'n, you doin' that wrong (out of here), Al Capone

Don't talk on phones but we get dope money all night long



[Verse 1]

I need, Chinese molly, Hong Kong

I need, good drank, big strong

Durk 'dem call me big papi, I get big cocky

Uh-oh, big molly, got my wrist rocky (uh-oh)

Uh-oh, bring the money on a big dolly (uh-oh)

They know, I'm a millionaire from freestyling

Uh-oh, good dope make my wrist talk (uh-oh)

Coco, watch me hit her with a big stop

Toto, keep the receipt, I'm a bad boy

Thirty round drip, ooh, he a mad boy

All of my diamonds clear, ooh, that's a jag boy

I see Hermes belt, thousand on my tag boy

I was hustlin' in the field with all I had boy (whoa whoa)

My mama shed a few tears but I wasn't sad boy (whoa whoa)

Tryna explain to her for years she had a cash boy (whoa whoa)

I took a pill and a half today, that ain't my last boy (whoa)

The one with the beans on it, I'm taking off like Elroy

I took a few on my head, I got to be on my head

I'm living close to the edge, I gotta stay with some lead

I wanna hit me a lick, just like a sheep on the bed
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