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letra de dope boy anthem - stitches & str8 kash

[intro: str8 kash]
everybody put ya hands up
everybody, everybody put ya hands up

[hook: str8 kash]
i’m sellin’, i’m sellin’ narcotics
do anybody wanna cop it?
i’m sellin’, i’m sellin’ narcotics
do anybody, anybody wanna cop it?
get yo sh-t straight drop
straight drop, motherf-cker
get yo sh-t straight drop
straight drop, motherf-cker

[verse 1: str8 kash]
young chico, my n-gga, yeah
i done seen a lotta dough
get the bread, blow the door
blow it while the pot smell
cash make ’em sick
i hit them hoes with the antidote
lotta c0ke, lotta green
b-tch, i’m from the land of dreams
triple six under my eye so i can see you when i sleep
money bags under my eyes, n-gga, i am so alive
ridin’ through my city, n-gga, everybody f-ck with me
n-ggas stand up on the table, and i’m gonna take a seat
livin’ so fast, when they [?] our gl-ss
i used to hit a couple l1cks but that was in my past
sold my soul for a kilo, yeah, n-gga, so what?
on my chief keef sh-t, i hit them with that cobra

[verse 2: st-tches]
b-tch, i’m a1 like i came right outta the pot
be aware about that boy stiches, he don’t carry a glock
i can’t stand these fake fools claimin’ to be drug dealers
you ain’t never seen a brick, and you ain’t never been no real n-gga
we flippin’ that work, you know we do not use a scale
and if the feds catch us slippin’, you know we do not get no bail
i don’t like them red and blue lights
tryna catch me slippin’ through the night
all i know is sell that straight white
and i will turn a b-tch straight if she is a dyk-
i’m rubbin’ straight cocaine all up on her p-ssy
and i can stash a kilo right up in her p-ssy
rest in peace to that boy pablo escobar
salute to all my trap n-ggas, if y’all is trappin’ hard
you n-ggas already know what tmi is about
we put that work up on your block if y’all go through a trial
(we life saviors!)

[verse 3: str8 kash]
had a dream that all my n-ggas stuntin’ and they was livin’ lavish
walk up in the [?], grab the glock, and say, “i gotta have it”
this is a [?] the picture of a chico chasin’ riches
i kept it one-hundred, i ain’t never brake no bridges
see, my daddy was a dope boy, and my uncle was a jack boy
one thing about my fam’, we ain’t never bein’ broke, boy
and it started with a pop, and it ended with a song
middle finger to the judge that ain’t never gave ’em bail
man, i do it for the real, the rough, and the rugged
throw me in the pot, i bet that come back one-hundred
and i’m [?], that’s a letter to the feds
and all the p-ssy n-ggas got a price up on my head

- stitches str8 kash

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