
letra de dope for sale - fenix flexin & bravo the bagchaser
[verse 1: fenix flexin]
i just met this b-tch, she gon’ go fasho
when it come to getting money, i’m a pro fasho
n-gga talking ’bout your b-tch? she a ho fasho
i just cracked this f-cking pint, then i poured a four
n-gga, what?
you broke as h-ll
i just wrapped them b-tches up, i got dope for sale
[?] i’m blowing on, i got hoes for sale
if i get caught, she gon’ post my bail
i got b-tches, i got dope too
i’m in malliboo, i’m eating up at n0boo
this your b-tch, boy, you let that ho control you
if i can’t get him,then i’m shooting who he close to
[verse 2: bravo the bagchaser]
d-mn, n-gga, we ain’t the same
got your whole whip on my chain
oh that’s your b-tch? she on gang
i play [?] she throw brain
play sh-t smart, b-tch, i had to run it up
you only got a band, b-tch, i got a hundred of them
we can’t associate, if you can’t go and run it up
i need a ratchet b-tch, ratchet b-tch to f-ck it up
[verse 3: fenix flexin]
like d-mn, n-gga, you don’t see this gwop on me?
h-lla bands, yeah, a n-gga got them nots on me
i just met this freaky b-tch, she put that top on me
and shout out my n-gga bravo, he gon’ pop on him
yeah, i’m popping,but a n-gga really popping sh-t
when it come to getting dough, you do the oppisit
i hate to break it, but you n-ggas ain’t gon’ make it
all i do is keep it real so tell me why they faking?
if i can’t go and get it how i want it, i’ma take it
i’m that n-gga sliding in a foreign, leave you faceless
i get bread like motherf-cker, get head like a motherf-cker
f-cking on your baby mama, n-gga, i’m a motherf-cker
listen, stop, b-tch, this some pimpin
i don’t wanna f-ck if you ain’t [?]
[verse 4: bravo the bagchaser]
i don’t wanna f-ck if you ain’t bring me my chilli
i keep a 45 [?]
calling your b-tch, while she with me
look, i don’t wanna hear it, so just listen
these diamonds on me, b-tch, they glissin
thanksgiving day, sold a whole chickenn-ggas can’t hold they own, call for backup
got a big chrome, it’ll make him back up
b-tch say that she know me, but she just a random
[verse 5:
all these b-tches wanna f-ck, ’cause i got my racks up
fenix flexin]
i got this big fat 4, n-gga, acting like my ho, n-gga
you don’t really know me, i’ma shoot him if he ohe me
balling like i’m kobe, i’ma f-ck if she approach me
yeah, i got them k!llers round me [?]
yeah, i keep that heater on me, f-ck around, get [?]
[?] n-gga [?]
[?] your b-tch
[?] she can’t [?]
[?] i be sliding with that six
this n-gga brought a knife, so i shot him with the stick
headshots, all headshots from that red dot
f-ck around with me, fenix flexin, let that lead pop
fnn bullets, knocking off a n-gga dreadlocks
we gon’ shoot it out, f-ck you thought? i ain’t gon’ headlock
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