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letra de double cup - lope dope (rap)

[sample hook]
look soda in my cup look like the mist every time i roll up. dipping pimping on the scene in a candy paint machine, h-lla yellow bone boppers on my team

[verse 1] lope dope

(ldc gang)

it’s lope f-cking dope i’m about to go up off the top, (lope)
it’s lope f-cking dope i got the dope in my pocket. (big lope)
dope in the trunk pack the heat when i’m walking real ’96 gang sh-t. (’96 boy!)
yuh, i smoke the backwoods, dutchies, swishes whatever. (all that!)
rip my boy bgd he served me the pressure. (gucci!)
hit yo b-tch on the first night i met her, i’m switching them digits yea as soon as i left her. (call my number!)
loccing in the parking lot, i’m with dillinger (gang)
she spilled that wock then i’m selling her
i got a bag of gas it’s on the regular (regular!)
i smoke a pound of dope on the regular (the regular!)
i remember i used to smoke them eighths of the regular (the regular)
f-ck that sh-t! we got them flavors here
i got the bag of cake and i roll it at the bank, then i skate
i roll off on yo bae today. (skrrrrr)
i post up in texas, shout-out to la
i flew out one day just to get away from the bullsh-t
shout-out yo b-tch i bet she call for the pool stick
yo b-tch want that new d
i got the off-white that louis, that gucci that subie, you newbie
you know that we pour up the mucus. (ugh ugh!)
but i thought that you knew this
got a bag full of p’s and yo p serving that bullsh-t
them p’s serve them fiends they got them beams f-ck you mean
i got yo b-tch with me, she want that d-ck what you mean?
she want the sushi, them point five’s of that lucy
you looking like lil rat boy i’ll take that bat bust yo kneecap
f-ck that baseball blunt full of that thraxx
she gon give that neck first, ldc since day one i’m putting in work
that soda in my double cup i pour that sh-t up
we don’t want what’s in yo cup
[sample hook]
look soda in my cup look like the mist every time i roll up. dipping pimping on the scene in a candy paint machine, h-lla yellow bone boppers on my team

[verse 2] christ dillinger

i get so high like i got wings
if i pull that b-tch out then that b-tch gonna sing
come through with the beam it’s gonna sting
if i stand on my cash i’mma look like yao ming
i wonder what my mama done seen?
caught me at 19 but i been doing lean
mixing the prometh with codeine
i never held up a cup for a scene
the lean the percs the drank
run up a check and i’m hitting the bank
run up on us and we leaving you stank
smoking on gas i might smoke the whole tank
i spent 300 on a line of tris man f-ck it i’m a drug addict
we outside the palace we matching our patek’s
i’m high as an addict i’m high in an attic
i’m paying full price f-ck a discount
ain’t want me then? b-tch you missed out
my wrist shine like a lighthouse
sippin real lean not dark stout
this fn might hit through the fence
she never f-cked in the benz
this cup in my hand my best friend
keeping it real i don’t gotta pretend
sippin on green you not sippin on red
christ he doesn’t talk to the feds
run up a 100 bands tell me where at again

- lope dope rap

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