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letra de dose of dopeness [official remix] - kid cudi

whoa
yeah
whoa oh oh oh
yeah
whoa oh oh

[verse 1: kid cudi]
movin’ wit out movin’, pure crush groovin’
right on track, right on and i’m back
rap ex-lax yeah, i be pooin’ on ’em
d-mn right, mr. cudi he be dippin’ on ’em
say it loud, y’all want the new-new
explorer like dora, that’s how i got a clue too
so f-cking underground, barely on youtube
’till day n nite, now they all got a clue who
took me a minute man, took me a while
hard headed n-gga ever since i was wild, a child
but my ambitions made b-tches beg for attention
dj’s un-mixin’ their mixes, just to toss in some cudder
and i tried to tell my mother
but she ain’t underdig, figure me on some other
but see my mommy ‘ain’t a fronter
so nowadays she calls me a bad motherf-cker

[hook] x2
and, just when it seemed that the game is hopeless
we arranged some things for a dose of dopeness
i, i do, what i do
and, i, i do, what i do

[verse 2: ke’ondris]
kid cudi keondris is tha dopest
my selfish little buddy like 2 poke shyt
like ford im focus
dissapear like hocus pocus
you bogus i own this flow
you drowning in tha water slow fish
if you did every drug in existance you still wouldn’t be dope so
im so consistant i put my ice t in her coco
i thought i was tha coolest and tha coodest till i
i tried sniffing c0ke and got ice stuck up my nose
these b-tches frooze
female subzeros
made her do a full spilt and the i told her pose
jolly green giant
fee fi foe fum
with jack bean stalk
im about to beat up like a drum

[bridge]
n-ggas need to open they f-ckin’ minds, n-gga!
cause this is some sh-t, that ya’ll n-ggas ain’t ready for

[verse 3: kid cudi]
moovin’ wit out moovin’, pure crush groovin’
right on track, right on and i’m back
you make songs about some new dances
i make songs ’bout the black man advancements
i’m talkin’ cl-ssic homie, i’m talkin’ monumental
and i don’t need much but dot instrumentals
that’s how i lay the stencil, me smilin’ up out the window
i’m in the leaner dome, that’s my crib on the moon
and i’m livin’ in hotel rooms
in the mirror, laughing at my crooked tooth
how a n-gga eat, is how a n-gga speak
and how a n-gga live, is sacrifice was big
and i’mma say it right before the hook
maybe in due time, pimpin’, i’mma write a book
but now i’mma play my andre 3000
and dream about an island wit model girls eyein’

[outro]
um… h-llo…
hey baby…
um…yeah
some people call me cudi
some people call me scott
it don’t matter what you want to call me, as long as you call me something
as long as you call me, baby
but um…
you know…
you seem real pretty
and i ain’t talkin’ bout how you look
i’m talkin’ about your vibe
your vibe is pretty
but, i’m pretty hungry, you want to go get something to eat?
sip on something?
where we going?
the moon…

- kid cudi

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