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    T.I. Dope Boyz текст песни

    Dope Boyz

    [T.I. talking]
    Ay, ay, ay, what you need shawty
    Ay shawty man a I got 5 for 45 shawty, 5 for 45
    Well shit what you need shawty
    Ay these these bd’s right here shawty
    Ay this that this that noyd too shawty
    You can’t get no better than this right here
    Ay nigga well get the fuck out my trapp then

    [Verse 1]
    A crack a ki’ a crumb do it fifty mo’ times
    The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9
    Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes
    Hit me on the hipper anytime, I don’t mind
    Why y’all niggas bitching on and whining I’m a grind
    Shack it in the winter and the summer I’m a shine (getting mine)
    It’s plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead
    It’s plenty of room to get paid for those that ain’t scared
    I got the hard for the j’s and dro’ for the dank heads
    The dope game still strong like pimping ain’t dead
    Heard what I said I ain’t buying no yell
    Weighing 36 o’s or more on a triple beam scale
    Yeah, look like you got that touchy bug shawty
    Standing round in my trapp I think you fucking up shawty
    Same nigga who taut a k getting paid in the trapp
    Made a song for the niggas and the J’s in da trapp
    For the…

    Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
    The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga
    I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
    The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga

    Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
    The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
    Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
    This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga

    [Verse 2]
    Never everybody in the swats know I got the fiyah fiyah
    Nigga want that weight got it for the high high
    You can’t even supply the package I buy
    I get it and I cook and it’s gone for it dry
    Get a quarter ki and cut it down to all dimes
    Buy my own blow so the profits all mine
    How we gone shine?, the same way we gone grind
    Niggas ain’t gone be able to see us hey, they gone think they gone blind
    C got choppers on his vert and I got daden’s on mine
    Triple gold and vogues, poppin’ moe’ blowin’ pine
    Honey brown wood grain wheel in the ‘lac
    Oak on the dash and the 12′s in the back
    Came for years of trappin’, staying down wit the crack
    Now that I made it rapping I ain’t never going back
    I’ma let the paper stack till it can’t no more
    Still got love for my niggas slangin’ blow
    Getting do’ fo’ sure


    [Verse 3]
    I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of hard
    Me and C-Roy crunked the trapp up in Cobb
    Nann nigga barred we the trillest niggas living
    If this ain’t yo trapp then what the fuck you doing in it?
    What the muthafucking business, do you think you puttin down?
    If so then my corner you need to get the fuck from round
    Unless you wanna sell some weed my nigga Beed got the pound
    Anything else I don’t need ya help, I got the hard locked down
    37′s ki’s in da grill of the broam
    Jumped from 33 to my folk in Boyd homes
    All most gone ain’t got but four mo’
    Eternal Simpson Road ain’t no more blow
    Nothing left for you but to count my do’
    Just something else to do while I blow my dro’
    350k what I paid for the shit
    Made 850 quick when I flipped all these bricks
    Getting rich in this bitch

    [HooK: 2x]

    (T.I. shouting out da dope boyz!)

    Ay one time for da dope boyz in ATL
    From the SWATS on Campbelton Road
    on over to the Westside on Bankhead, ya understand
    On over to Candler Road
    Ay I know y’all niggaz out there getting money in Decatur
    Got damn ay we going on down to Miami shawty
    Ay we know y’all niggas got them thangs down there for the low
    I’m coming to get some
    Ay one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawty
    Up in Orange Mound, y’all niggas trapp rolling good
    On over to Memphis I know the pimpings real good down there

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