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letra de 2 dope boys - k.rivers

[intro]

[verse 1: krivers]
got my eyes on the money, i don’t see the fame
every bar fire i don’t need a flame
shrooms got a n-gga higher than aaliyah’s plane
the 45 got a laser i don’t need to aim
haze blazin, big spliffs like jamaicans
with my main b-tch, stiff d-ck got her shaking
money rollin in my n-gga the stats raising
and my eyes so low they thinking i’m half asian
my squad stuck up, the ounce cost me 350
connect in cali and my b-tch from the west indies
we take ports to the face and we neck henny
young dirty muf-cka that’s the west in me
pimp sh-t new loafers with the cut
f-ck it we in taffy’s grab a soda and a dutch
hands around the game, f-ckin cobra with the clutch
and the weed on me smell the odor from the jump
the rap sh-t light but the papers gettin heavy
over northside gettin pizza from the getty
moneys been the motive we gone keep it comin steady
reppin umg until the reaper come and get me
welcome to the ark, get ya ciggy dipped in betty
go crazy for the spinach turn ya brains into spaghetti
my b-tch make it rain like katrina with the levies
you know a n-gga nasty i don’t like it less it’s messy

[verse 2: aris sparks]
could of been in jail, one wrong right turn, ya lifes burned
my oldheads in the street make in one week, what my lifes earned
so what that mean, well i could of been a c0ke boy
instead i rather mix these lines and keys, call me a dope boy
i grew up in the church boy, but never really got it
got closer to jah i pray to god and pray to gaudy
i’m just tryna keep the peace you can call me young ghandi
this morning i ain’t wake up in a new bugatti
i woke up in a hottie wit a model body
on instagrams across across the globe ya girl like paparazzi
and i just smile for the cam cuz who gon stop me
not a got d-mn one of ya, i’m going kamikaze
in the beemer, rolling reefer, i am a still a n-gga
play cloths doing work, sh-t go figure
walk in the stu at 10 and probably pulling out at 7
then we shoot a video, without a budget present
get on stages and the crowd already two steppin
its for my city you won’t find another n-gga reppin
harder than me, you looking at a starter to be
while all ya flows sound like carter to me
could of been a trashman, i mean you still can
cuz all yall spit is trashman, f-ck around and pretend
and since yall into lying bout the strip, and lying up on ya d-ck
switch my genre to the truth, but i dont think its gon stick
on a tangent requiem for a dream
i was sent here to tell you, everything ain’t what it seem
for that i c e c.r.e.a.m., n-ggas dying on the streets
and on the track nah mean, run it back nah mean

- k rivers

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