lirik lagu trouble - dope fiend
[verse 1]
ooh, ahh, ain’t that pressure
send you zay, i love you dawg
but you didn’t even want the pressure
you should’ve never got involved
i see you n-gg-s acting extra
so i’ma gon’ and do the extra
’cause n-gg- really havin’ extras
i ain’t got no time for no flexing in stretchers
i’m talkin’ ’bout thirty extensions on weapons
in the hood, my partner geeked up, that no better for you
i was raised in the trenches, no better than you
i might hit for i go, steal a deadbeat or two
pitiful, bought this sh-t critical
thought this sh-t out with my whips in the hole
you tryna flip my new b-tch for some bad broke ho
f-ck ’round get your stupid -ss gun smoke
dope boy
[chorus]
must be a dope fiend
all my best friends on codeine
two hoes, a dope fiend
getting money, still a dope fiend
no ma’am, i cannot describe you no face
you buyin’ two grams, and you doin’ all of the tricks
disrespectful sh-t don’t get no p-ss
n-gg- see through the bullsh-t with panameric
vision, gonna pull up on ’em, supposed to shoot up they sh-t
pull up on ya folks and shoot up your sh-t
[verse 2]
little b-tch you got a potty mouth
i’m tryna see what that ride about
i’m tryna see if you count me in
sh-t i’m tryna see if you count me out
i remember you, yeah you hated
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah you hated
that was back when buzzo had them daytons
man you rode on my d-ck like a haitian
watch ’em pop on my d-ck like a haitian
should’ve had that sh-t copped, why you waitin’?
i could take care of you like a patient
but i am not your doc ’cause you crazy
you shouldn’t f-ck with no ho that too lazy
b-tch them n-gg-s you f-ck with fugazi
that was back when brenda had a baby
i was tryin’ sh-t you n-gg-s can’t
[chorus]
must be a dope fiend
all my best friends on codeine
two hoes, a dope fiend
getting money, still a dope fiend
no ma’am, i cannot describe you no face
you buyin’ two grams, and you doin’ all of the tricks
disrespectful sh-t don’t get no p-ss
n-gg- see through the bullsh-t with panameric
vision, gonna pull up on ’em, supposed to shoot up they sh-t
pull up on ya folks and shoot up your sh-t
[chorus]
must be a dope fiend
all my best friends on codeine
two hoes, a dope fiend
you getting money, still a dope fiend
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