Lyrics to Dope Fiend
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 niggas acting extra
So I'ma gon' and do the extra
'cause nigga 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 shit critical
Thought this shit out with my whips in the hole
You tryna flip my new bitch for some bad broke ho
Fuck 'round get your stupid ass gun smoke
Dope boy
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 shit don't get no pass
Nigga see through the bullshit with panameric
Vision, gonna pull up on 'em, supposed to shoot up they shit
Pull up on ya folks and shoot up your shit
Little bitch you got a potty mouth
I'm tryna see what that ride about
I'm tryna see if you count me in
Shit 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 dick like a Haitian
Watch 'em pop on my dick like a Haitian
Should've had that shit 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 fuck with no ho that too lazy
Bitch them niggas you fuck with fugazi
That was back when Brenda had a baby
I was tryin' shit you niggas can't
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 shit don't get no pass
Nigga see through the bullshit with panameric
Vision, gonna pull up on 'em, supposed to shoot up they shit
Pull up on ya folks and shoot up your shit
Must be a dope fiend
All my best friends on codeine
Two hoes, a dope fiend
You getting money, still a dope fiend
Send you Zay, I love you dawg
But you didn't even want the pressure
You should've never got involved
I see you niggas acting extra
So I'ma gon' and do the extra
'cause nigga 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 shit critical
Thought this shit out with my whips in the hole
You tryna flip my new bitch for some bad broke ho
Fuck 'round get your stupid ass gun smoke
Dope boy
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 shit don't get no pass
Nigga see through the bullshit with panameric
Vision, gonna pull up on 'em, supposed to shoot up they shit
Pull up on ya folks and shoot up your shit
Little bitch you got a potty mouth
I'm tryna see what that ride about
I'm tryna see if you count me in
Shit 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 dick like a Haitian
Watch 'em pop on my dick like a Haitian
Should've had that shit 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 fuck with no ho that too lazy
Bitch them niggas you fuck with fugazi
That was back when Brenda had a baby
I was tryin' shit you niggas can't
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 shit don't get no pass
Nigga see through the bullshit with panameric
Vision, gonna pull up on 'em, supposed to shoot up they shit
Pull up on ya folks and shoot up your shit
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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