Dope Boy lyrics

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AR-AB


[Intro: Meek Mill]
(Cuff your chick)
You heard that
They call me Meek Milly aka Mr. Philadelphia
And as my n*gga Big Re would say
If you don't like it kill your f*cking self n*gga

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I got my first eight ball and I went bananas
Cause I started flipping like them little mini cameras
Turned that to a quarter turned a quarter into a half
Somebody tell them n*ggas with them bricks up on their ass
First time I seen them whip it was my n*gga Smooch
When I was broke he used to tell me go and get the loot
n*ggas ain't riding they pus*y cause they pick and choose
Hit you in your head you go in shock just like you're Pikachu
I see you chasing around them b*tches trying to fit the [?]
That's why I'm at the dealer now trying to pick the coupe
Cause y'all was at the club and I was at the trap
sh*t I was patient wasn't rushing like no running back
sh*t I was waiting cause I had that money coming back
Put them youngins out there with that work and they was running back
Ya I'm like what you know about it
Ask them n*ggas about me in my hood they know I'm about it
I got it
Selling anything to make a profit
Hustle like a muhf*cking n*gga in the projects
Money on my mind and my muhf*cking conscience
Cause I'm going to get it n*gga tell me if you with it n*gga
[Hook: Meek Mill] (x2)
I'm a dope boy I do dope boy sh*t
All these karats in my bezel that's a dope boy wrist
I can turn a one into a two that's my dope boy trick
See that bad b*tch standing there that's my dope boy b*tch

[Verse 2: Mel Love]
Six on your head shot
All these n*ggas sleeping on me about to get their bed rocked
All these n*ggas creeping on me about to get your egg shot
Gun his ass down and his ass until his head pop
Compact [?] with a ladder and a red dot
Slide up on them n*ggas ask them n*ggas what their bread bout
n*gga where that bread at
Make them n*ggas cash out
Soon as them n*ggas pass off we back off and stamp out
I mean I be on a cash route
Get it on a fast route
Get it then we mash out
Ask me what my past bout
Big twenties the pass out
f*cking with them b*tches tipped them brought my whole stash out
I hit my nect up he be like what now
I be like six points he be like touch down
We head hunting you should duck down
Or get bucked down when we bust around
[Hook: Meek Mill] (x2)

[Verse 3: Mike Tucker]
Well I'm the dope boy
Wearing Gucci and that Louie boy
Money up to here but unemployed
Still selling them squares so my pockets getting bigger
"Are you really that n*gga that count it?" Yea I'm that n*gga
I got it if you show it I don't care whoever know it
See my b*tch all in the mall and its my money she be blowing
While I back up at the spot got an order for a block
Got to get that sh*t together cause the money never stop
Got the [?] in handy and I'm about to take a point
He won't even know what's missing I'm the man up in the kitchen
And I got these n*ggas fishing got their [?] all in they hands
But I got to hit the store cause I need another can
Now I'm in Home Depot about to cop some acetone
And I ain't removing paint I'm about to put you on
Told my cousin bring the press I'm about to make it stretch
Show you how to get that money that's a dope boy at his best

[Hook: Meek Mill] (x2)
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