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Ji-Dope

 

Ji-Dope

(album: Folarin - 2012)


[Intro:]
New Shaq flow
Everybody ain't tripping, but they got toast
Nigga, we not dope boys, we just yacht, doe
Without a pot stove, nigga, make that pot roast

[Verse 1:]
Nigga, I'm a humble nigga
Still come through and kick it
With the very same niggas that I came through with it
A miracle to girls with that lyrical appeal
Keep it real, y'all playing like American Apparel
Js DS, don't be lacing them up
Y'all be making some money, but y'all be making shit up
Y'all be welling, embellishing, but forever irrelevant
They be saying whatever, but when they see me, they sucking dick
It's hard to just love a woman, it's easy to fuck a bitch
[?], seeing what Puggy did
That's why I be talking for every feature and cover
'Pparents [?] cause when I was hungry
You motherfuckers ain't wanna hear it
Grind mode, shorty said that she trying go
That X-Box, they talking, they gave me gonzo
Y'all slow, my shows be all sold
In Norway, it's no way you're in Oslo
Riding with the Buddha, rocking the Medusa
Got a lotta haters, they ain't cool enough to do it
Fuck the pistol, got a shooter, I am not thugging
Your little mixtape, who a nigga, get a budget

[Hook:]
Turn me up yo
It's like work to me

[Verse 2:]
I put the city on, I kept the city on
Shout out to Cool & Dre, made another million
We added to the store, couple packs of the Swisher
Fuck a Benz, bag a bitch in a Maxima, chilling
Ain't tricking if you got it, I'm a get it
I ain't saying bitch, we're better, but these niggas not official
As I, all these niggas is hard?
They like giving a cough down to a nigga with SARS
Some niggas is real, a lot of niggas is soft
A lotta bitches be scarred, so I be sitting in my car
I'm low-key, the most freaks that know me for reason
So 'bout that goat cheese, they won't be competing
Meaning, it's easy, we M.O.B.ing
So much that girls at the bank call me steezy
Wonder?, fuck ya, bad motherfucker
One man band below Raz on production
Come up in the booth salivating for the supper
And another finished booth, [?] man's just a hustler

[Hook:]
Turn me up yo
It's like work to me

[Outro:]
Bad bitches in the front
Real niggas in the back

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