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letra de dope dealer [mixtape version] - king los

[verse 1: king los]
doctor zaddy
she said it feel like she popped a xanny
no need to panic, i got the addy
pop up on you in real life and drop them the panties (burr)
i can make it get thicker like dot miami
say you gold digging well i want grammy’s
i might keep you around you could come in handy
long as you got the patience to understand me
she say the dope d-ck give her trap eyes
you probably need a needle on your backside (true)
you probably need a extra shot to act right (yeah)
you probably got too high last night (night)
i hit her with the (ooh) like that’s right
come get a taste of the fast life (come)
your last hit’ll never be the last time (go)
anytime you need to hit the trap line
[bridge: king los]
hit me on the trap line
mama going through them bad vives
f-ck boy on the trap side
mama, come and get the sack right
give a f-ck about last night
live for the moment
haters gon’ yap about somethin’
they just probably mad ’cause the trap house jumpin’
she just hit me up and i give her real game
even though she knew my real name

[hook: king los]
baby girl, call me dope dealer
ride a d-ck like a four wheeler
lames, oh no, she don’t feel ’em
never ever ever f-ck a broke n-gga
you gon’ feel it in your head soon
brought the kitchen weight to the bedroom
just to whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, that’s the dope dealer
baby girl, call me dope dealer
baby girl, call me dope dealer
you gon’ feel it in your head soon
brought the kitchen weight to the bedroom
just to whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, that’s the dope dealer
baby girl call me dope dealer
[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
hit it, pass it to my bro quick
i be on the kush but always f-ck her good, tell her do it slow motion
flying private, they ain’t coach, get this n-gga and make her do the most important
all them shots, i’m finna do a toast
i’m in another state, i’m on another coast
they ain’t in the gang and they ain’t coming close
all of my b-tches f-ck b-tches
all of my n-ggas get riches
girl, we don’t f-ck with no police
so, why you taking them pictures
pouring out shots of that liqour
get a bad b-tch, she gon’ l!ck her
come to my crib, i’m gon’ sneak her
give her that d-ck, she cum quicker
n-ggas keep talking that jealous sh-t, but i’m on a private airplane
give her d-ck from the back, f-ck her good while i pulling her hair
i get that money, smoke weed and don’t care
count the bad b-tches, fool, i got a pair
we pull and walk and they stop and they stare
when i hit the block, drop the top like a player

- king los

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