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letra de i feel like a dope boy - the game & woodboy gee

[intro]
(cassius clay)
(d-mn, duke, this sh-t wavy)

[chorus: woodboy gee & the game]
i feel like a dope boy, well, f-ck, i am a dope boy
she gon’ f-ck with me before she ever f-ck a broke boy
i feel like a dope boy, well, b-tch, i am a dope boy
i serve that french montana, in the traphouse with the coke boys

[verse 1: woodboy gee & the game]
diamond-studded balenciaga coat in a rolls-royce
i just f-cked a bad lil’ ig b-tch at the four points
in ’05, we was ridin’ ’round on inches like the po-boys
i pop the top, v12 on all my engines, they make no noise
just come and shop, we got chickens in thе coop, they by the flock
she just post a picturе, ain’t use no filters ’cause her body pop
we gon’ share this perc’, ’cause more than half gon’ make her body lock
pull up at the candy store and let her l!ck this lollipop
go back to the basics, i got open cases
they don’t know who did it ’cause we covered up our faces
lil’ b-tch, i’m in the club with the indiana pacers
marquis daniels, i came with the raiders
nothin’ less than seven figures when we out in vegas
i pop out with seven b-tches, i be elimidatin’
i might cook up in the kitchen, got bricks in the bas-m-nt
whippin’ up a baby, count it up daily
[chorus: woodboy gee & the game]
i feel like a dope boy, well, f-ck, i am a dope boy
she gon’ f-ck with me before she ever f-ck a broke boy
i feel like a dope boy, well, b-tch, i am a dope boy
i serve that french montana, in the traphouse with the coke boys

[verse 2: the game & woodboy gee]
i did everything except f-ck s-xyy red
but if i ever do, i swear to god, that p-ssy dead
if i get a chance, i’ma go put an ap on bernice
apb out on the daughter, draya did it, i ain’t sorry
i get money bags, big-booty b-tch look just like ari
diamonds offset in my patek watch, i need a cardi
she look like a stallion, stand up in that b-tch like pardi
tryna be like mike, i might just lose my lori harvey
they penny pinchin’, i don’t trip ’bout no b-tch, ’cause i got plenty women
she don’t wear no bra, my lil’ b-tch raw, look how them titties sittin’
look how them twenties sittin’, suicide doors up
my bro kept quiet, took his ten, ’cause we don’t never fold up
went to wafi and spent me a quarter-ticket, now i’m froze up
b-tch be actin’ bougie, lil’ ho broke, but got her nose up
my bank account got several o’s like dunkin donuts
my baby mama happy long as she don’t bring my hoes up

- the game woodboy gee

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