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lirik lagu drego & beno - dope game

[intro: beno]
get that motherf~ckin’ stove on
right
thousand pack of blues, baby, i’ma send ’em all
i got five hundred oranges, yeah, this a fifty ball

[verse 1: drego]
said the d~ck so good, i made the b~tch call off
cop some work and have ’em front some so i never fall off
fell asleep off the drank, she keep callin’, tryna cop
asked ’em how the work look? like it’s goin’ out
you a b~tch, probably sit down when you p~ss
she can shake ’em, can she do it on the d~ck?
he can cook, but how he is with dry mix?
ten to two, be a ten if a pie in here (boy)
this a wock’, a lil’ ‘tussin, high in here (man)
catch me whippin’ on some boy, a guy in here (right)
man, your mind still ran like jai in there
[verse 2: beno]
better be smooth in the club, might die in here (b~tch)
all this dog sh~t on me, got flies in here (ho)
all my other b~tches keep it real, but you lyin’, i swear
run up a check, baby, then i ball on ’em (b~tch)
i lie to her just to f~ck, every time, she fall for it
that’s my bae, she gon’ set the play, yeah, you know i’m all on it
yeah, i’m from out of town, baby, time the mall closing
send bags, yeah, back to back to back, i’ll pay your mortgage
b~tch, i’m from the d, i sell that bag, yup, while i’m tourin’
fell asleep, then wake up, pour a three in alonzo mourning
she super geeked, i’m her sneaky link, yeah, this b~tch so gorgeous
bad redbone b~tch and we tryna endure (right)
on my way to the pape’, tryna make the forbes list
pull up on your party, yeah, i’m lookin’ for my portion
man, my bag is enormous, could you afford it? (man)

[verse 3: drego]
i stand up in the p~ssy, yup, martin lawrence
the sh~t so good, i almost double~text the b~tch, but i don’t wanna force it
am i in love with the road? sh~t, kinda, sorta
i got a bag comin’ in, it’s gettin’ imported
pay my driver hit the road to get it to georgia
in here whippin’ up this dog, might take me all morning (b~tch)
you the type to hit the dog and still try to short ’em
he don’t ever want no half, he just want a quarter
he don’t wanna break the b~tch, he just wanna spoil her
i’m the type to trap her out and have her servin’ oranges
when you tryna run it up, you gotta play it broke
gotta crawl before you walk, n~gga, take it slow
in the trap, the fiends like some bad kids, they in and out the door
psych, i ain’t no rookie, i make them b~tches meet me at the store
i’ma trick you off the streets, you playin’ with my cho
i ain’t tyreek, but i got the dope game in a choke

- lirik lagu drego beno

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