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Testo Dope Boy Magic - Kodak Black

Testo della canzone Dope Boy Magic (Kodak Black), tratta dall'album Pistolz & Pearlz

All the heartbreaks, I ain't never broke my heart
I ain't never forgot to play my part
I was that lil' nigga, kept it real from the start
Breakin' in houses, breakin' in cars
Nigga, let me know if it's smoke, I got a 'gar
Sniper Gang, nigga, hit your ass with a dart
I was sellin' dope out the door in the dark
Snatch an old lady chain, walkin' in the park
Put wicks on a fade, they callin' me Bart
Lost grip, went away, then I had to restart
Got hit in the leg, forgot how to bop
Got skin for some head, then she got out and walked
My dick in her mouth, she "gaw-gaw-gaw-gawk"
Put a switch on the Glock and I hit at your top
Got a brick of that flock, I bought out the block
Hopped out the drop, yeah, I hopped out and dropped
That nigga a mark, I hit all my marks, I'm Sniper Gang forever
There go the narcs, but we already parked, so they can't fuck with us
I snipe and I fight, makin' money
Shootin' dice and I'm fresher in that matte
The dope wasn't right, but I brought it to life
That's dope boy ma-magic
Dope boy ma-magic
This F&N fantastic
I swing it, the rod do magic
I'm still thuggin' in the park, Jurassic
All of these bitches are plastic
You find somethin' real out here, that's rare
These niggas the same old fabric
They packin' they steel for fashion
They say they gon' kill yeah, maybe they will
But then they gon' tell, ain't action
I cut a hole in the mattress, then I filled it up and patched it
Stitch it up, put it right back the same way
We don't sleep on this end
I fucked a home girl, she an unloyal bitch, so I peed on her friend
I'm with my lil' cousin, lil' Ten
He be 'bout to flash and shoot one of my fans
Say, lil' Taz, he don't ask, he just spin
I'll ignore your ass like I'm one of your parents
I'm quick to spaz on some shit in a second
I'll drop a bag on a bitch, I be ready
Sprite spiked up, I don't drink regular soda
I piped up, yellow bitch name was Lola
I turned the crack run the coke with the soda
I let the heroin sit in the sun
You niggas ain't never sold no bun
You niggas ain't never shot no gun
You niggas ain't never shot your gun
Nigga, I can hear it in your song
And I hear it in your lingo
Know what I'm sayin'?
It's like, the way that niggas rock now
Niggas pop they shit, I can tell, like, what type time they on
Niggas know what time I'm on, you can just smell it
Yeah, that's a dog right there, that's a dog



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Writer(s): Jesus Bobe, Bill Kapri, Eero Hermanni Turunen
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