D.O.P.E. 2015 Rick Ross; Future
TracksD.O.P.E.

Artist: Rick Ross; Future

Album: Black Market

Release time: 04-12-2015

Everything d**e, everything d**e

Everything d**e, everything d**e

Everything d**e, everything d**e

Everything d**e

Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup

Run up get murked

I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar

I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car

I got rugs by the d**e, Versace on the floor

Chest full of ink, p**sy on the sink

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 b**ch all the dubs, hundred grand on the Benz

Got a truck full of d**e, plug on the coke

Renzel done came up, prosecutors want to know

Is everything d**e? Is everything d**e?

How does everything go?

And why does every body know?

How does every body know?

Why does every body know?

Everything d**e, everything d**e

Everything d**e, everything d**e

Everything d**e, everything d**e

Everything d**e

Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup

Run up get murked

I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar

I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car

Pinky ring got d**e on it

Sipping lean keep d**e on me

Switching lanes like them folks on me

Twenty chains got d**e on me

VVS's that's d**e on me

Fell in love with the d**e angle

Pyrex got good work in it

Minute Maid put syrup in it

Got a mermaid dripping Hermes

Popping pills in the early

Her head game so geeked up

I'm making money got me Geechi

My rolex on Geechi

Presidentials on Geechi

See my whips they Geechi

Roll up Back's they Geechi

Racks on racks they Geechi

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 d**e, everything d**e

Everything d**e, everything d**e

Everything d**e, everything d**e

Everything d**e

Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup

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 d**e

I done run out the back, breakfast on the stove

I'm a ancient ni**a, f**king the same b**ch ni**a

Only one small difference, I'm a straight rich ni**a

We bury money in the fields

Mansions in the hill

Strippers at the crib, this how I live

Always wanna smoke, always on the go

They always on my page, waiting for the next post

Feds wanna know, they just wanna know

Is it really d**e? Is it really d**e?

All this sh*t can't be his, this can't be real

Shawty a** so fine that can't be real

Everything d**e, everything d**e

Everything d**e, everything d**e

Everything d**e, everything d**e

Everything d**e

Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup

Run up get murked

I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar

I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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