Dope Dick

Rick Ross2015年12月4日
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Ain't no makin' love to a young d**e boy, a young rich ni**a.

This that d**e dick. She addicted to that d**e dick.

I got her hooked, got her locked, talkin' 'bout Rolls Royces ni**a,

What else woe? D**e dick, back seat, front seat

Since I came in the game, you niggas philosophies changed

Chasing money, Geto Boys and Underground Kingz

Wrote the rules on how to ball without a bodyguard

Learn to move or get hit with the John Gotti charge

I pray you niggas never lose a minute to a cell

Or lose your manhood in a yard, painted nails

Fairy tales of pretty b**ches livin' prosperous

Your text is quoted, dead bodies never bothered us

At the park was a thing, but we skipped the swing

Very place I first seen my first triple beam

Dirty game, pillow talkin' witcha mayne

Giver her d**e dick and all the things that she would say

She the one that put me up on Netflix

At the concerts I keep her on the guest list

Freaky things, sex scenes, a bowl of ice cream

My advice to her is time to trade to my team

D**e boy, d**e car, I got the d**e dick

D**e dick, the b**ches love me for the d**e dick

D**e dick, I f**k her slow with the d**e dick

Slow dick, d**e dick, I got the d**e dick

Tell her friends she wanna watch you get the d**e dick

Black bottles, late night givin' you d**e dick

100 room mansions, I paid all of the tax

No shots, but I write all of my raps

3 pointer, Harold Miner when I lean on yah

Post means I got the toaster and the beam on yah

Broken holes the size of a token and the barrels to smoke yah

Know it's home invasion cause his front door is still open

When I give you game, niggas better pay attention

I'm the big homie on these missions, little niggas listen

Survived the drive by but they gave you the shakes

Know you tellin', ni**a, they played us the tapes

Screamin' Maybach but I came in the Wraith

Put you in the casket, now stay in your place

Where I'm from gangbang is a thing of the past

Only thing matter if you black, you getting some cash

If the groupie f**kin', then give her a pass

When she lookin' for instructions, I give her a class

D**e boy, d**e car, I got the d**e dick

D**e dick, the b**ches love me for the d**e dick

D**e dick, I f**k her slow with the d**e dick

Slow dick, d**e dick, I got the d**e dick

Tell her friends she wanna watch you get the d**e dick

Black bottles, late night givin' you d**e dick

Out in Philly I got Courtney off in the Bentley with me

Niggas hatin' on her I hear other opinions

Well educated and she got the strap

On the road to riches, b**ch I can rewrite the map

Still stuffin' money in a minivan

200 acres, goofy I just built the Disneyland

Get Rich or Die Tryin', yeah that was 50 plan

Filed the chapter 11, guess the ni**a kidneys failed

B**ch so bad, she in a bidding war

If she needed bone marrow, I woulda did it for her

Went from slice and dice pineapple and ice pear

Addicted to this way of life, never have any care

D**e boy, d**e car, I got the d**e dick

D**e dick, the b**ches love me for the d**e dick

D**e dick, I f**k her slow with the d**e dick

Slow dick, d**e dick, I got the d**e dick

Tell her friends she wanna watch you get the d**e dick

Black bottles, late night givin' you d**e dick

 

***歌詞來自第三方***

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