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letra de dopebois n hoes ii - flokcavali

5 joints i ain’t trip yet
shawty give me brain i ain’t cum to learn
my pocket change like i won a bet
that money long so i far-fetch
tool on me that sh-t wrecks
pistol whip a n-gga head leave him feeling like he hit on concrete
(hit it on concrete, send a hitter to hit point blank range)

man it’s hard to say
i’m the n-gga they point at when talking “insane”
dopest n-gga only 1 around
who said otherwise? i’ll fish ’em out
shark t–th big mullahs i’m a beast gotta hunt to eat
you’s a shotta i believe, but what’s a shotta to military

big rocks on my neck
45’s on me
so that big rock untucked
n-gga try me he gеt wacked
real n-gga take it to thе bank
hit a l!ck n-gga split it with the gang
i kick yo door cos i can 2 glocks strapped n i got hands

got shottas ready to shoot
got goons ready to hit em up
i’d recommend you don’t act a fool
n-gga skrrt skrrt in the coupe
gunpowder give me deja vu
i go get mine i can’t wait on my turn
duffle bag got loud so i’m ducking the feds
running yo mouth i’ma know what u said
and then send all my dawgs to hunt on yo ass

put me in dirt i’ll dig till i hit gold
i’m a young go getter with a story to be told
see the numbers on my payroll
i been rich and broke
got my eyes on goal, pray to god i don’t lose hope
pray to god i don’t lose hope
pray to god i don’t bump into 12 when i move dope
pray to god i don’t lose hope
pray to god i don’t murk one of these n-ggas playing two roles
h-rns on my head i’m the goat
h-rns on these n-ggas they sold out they soul
(yeah)
born to be rich as i grow
born to make bands anyway that i know
(yeah)
spikes in my word touch a nerve
squared up with me you get what you deserve
(yeah)
keep it a hunnid, these n-ggas get hurt
keep my name out your mouth before your ass be a target

coated candy paint on that chandelier
then i put it on my b-tch neck
middle finger in her p-ssy all a n-gga taste his own vvs
1 word she gon’ set a n-gga up get him in the the cul de sac
nut in that b-tch then i put her on the pill
i’ma dopeboi i can’t stress
not a hypebeast but i dress
cold blooded put me to test
n-gga tie with me, he get put on a shirt
(i just stay on my grind cos i do it for the bread
do it for the cheque i ain’t talking ’bout a check
them n-ggas do it for the clout
they gon sell anybody out)

(i just stay on my grind cos i do it for the bread
do it for the cheque i ain’t talking ’bout a check
them n-ggas do it for the clout
they gon sell anybody out)

(them n-ggas do it for the clout
anyday, anywhere, they gon sell anybody out)

pain k!llers but the pain ain’t dead
(yeah yeah)
we going to war where my bodyvest?
these p-ssy n-ggas ’bouta eat lead
i pop percs but the pain still here
(yeah yeah)

i ain’t even tryna flex
(b-tch)
want paper put in work
(p-ssy)
“wish you would” that a threat?
(n-gga)
tho i’m walking through the k-mrat b-tch i fear no evil
slip through like seafood
you got a problem boy come thru
you lift weights i carry a .42
paw paw get popped n-gga
pop your head like a bently coupe
ceasefire then took your loot
said something? take it back n-gga
i’m for real you is a cap n-gga
i’m breaking backs for these racks
and i’m loading clips for these bags
sometimes i fall asleep in the traps
just cos i been work for these bags

5 joints i ain’t trip yet
shawty give me brain i ain’t cum to learn
pocket change like i won a bet
that money long so i far-fetch
tool on me that sh-t wrecks
pistol whip a n-gga head leave him feeling li-
left home with no money
and i came back n-gga with a lot of bricks
hit a l!ck, got rich
it ain’t forever n-gga gotta keep a stick

moved bricks, sold plunder, got busted
i’m a dopeboi and i’ll never quit
n-ggas want smoke, tell ’em ain’t no smoke
without fire close
got ’em screaming “where you think you is”
tell ’em that i’m g’d up everywhere i go
see my double cup, it ain’t nothing funny
clout a h-ll of a drug and you n-ggas overdosed
if making money wrong, then we can go to court
let’s make a movie n-gga put up a show
who wanna hoop with me? let’s go to the court
keep it a hunnid nothing but a g thang
my money straight than pimp perm
my b-tch bad
bad bad bad bad ratchet ass blame me for that
can’t go out sad
sad sad sad sad got hoes down to make sure of that
i don’t chase nothing only chase racks
i’ma born stunner and i live like that

- flokcavali

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