Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Everything dope,
everything dope
Everything dope,
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everything dope
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Everything dope, everything dope
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Everything dope
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Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
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Run up get murked
I got time on my wrist and
it's an Audemar
I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car
Verse 2
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I got rugs by the dope,
Versace on the floor
Chest full of ink, pussy on the sink
Verse 3
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My safe full of stones,
my phone's always on
When my eyes start to roll,
you know I'm in the zone
Rubber bands on the five,
r- rubber band on the ten
Gave a bitch all the dubs,
hundred grand on the Benz
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Got a truck full of dope,
plug on the coke
Renzel done came up,
prosecutors want to know
Is everything dope? Is everything dope?
How does everything go?
And why does every body
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know?
How does every body know?
Why does every body know?
Everything dope, everything dope
Everything dope,
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everything dope
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Everything dope,
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everything dope
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Everything dope
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Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
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Run up get murked
I got time on my wrist and
it's an Audemar
I just spent ten bricks on
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a foreign car
Pinky ring got dope on it
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Sipping lean keep dope on me
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Switching lanes like them folks on me
Twenty chains got dope on me
VVS's that's dope on me
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Fell in love with the dope angle
Pyrex got good work in it
Minute Maid put syrup in it
Got a mermaid dripping Hermes
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Popping pills in the early
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Her head game so geeked up
I'm making money got me Geechi
My rolex on Geechi
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Presidentials on Geechi
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See my whips they Geechi
Roll up Back's they Geechi
Racks on racks they Geechi
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And my whole hood Geechi
Let's get intoxicated,
oh let's get intoxicated
Niggas are mad we made it
Look at them niggas they
mad we made it
Everything dope,
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everything dope
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Everything dope, everything dope
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Everything dope, everything dope
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Everything dope
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Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
Am
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Run up get murked
I got time on my wrist and
it's an Audemar
I just spent ten bricks on
a foreign car
Fed's at the door, I done flushed all the dope
I done run out the back,
breakfast on the stove
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I'm a ancient nigga,
fucking the same bitch nigga
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Only one small difference,
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I'm a straight rich nigga
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We bury money in the fields
Mansions in the hill
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Strippers at the crib, this how I live
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Always wanna smoke, always on the go
They always on my page,
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waiting for the next post
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Feds wanna know, they just wanna know
Is it really dope? Is it really dope?
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All this shit can't be his,
this can't be real
Shawty ass so fine that
can't be real
Everything dope, everything dope
Everything dope,
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everything dope
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Everything dope, everything dope
Am
Everything dope
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Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
Am
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Run up get murked
I got time on my wrist and
it's an Audemar
I just spent ten bricks on a foreign
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D.O.P.E.
Future, Rick Ross
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