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Light skin broad, [?] in the cup And gave her my work, told her put it in her bra Next week this time, she killin' them all Tell your ex nigger I'm a show him how to ball I'm a dope boy, put [?] and been a better bad boy since Mike Leary Fresh like I dryclean the whole wardrobe My team doing numbers, check the bar code I don't chase money, don't eve chase bitches I just chase liquor, but have them all licking Back in my city, I'm a gorilla I got that uncut, I'm a dope dealer I'm dope boy, balling, I swear I should be playing at the garden I'm looking like dope boy, you my darlings And I ain't flipping numbers till the morning Now let it go, let it go I ain't gotta turn swag on, fuck is your problem [?] now when the hoes coming down Fuck y'all lames, ain't not [?] And our homie always do it for the city And I love my city, all we do is stack paper [?] getting money that's what's up Party all night long, and my team riding with me [?] Letras de canciones I'm dope boy, balling, I swear I should be playing at the garden I'm looking like dope boy, you my darlings And I ain't flipping numbers till the morning Now let it go, let it go. From Letras Mania