Testo Dope Girl - Feat. Pimp C - Brooke Valentine feat. Pimp C
Testo della canzone Dope Girl - Feat. Pimp C (Brooke Valentine feat. Pimp C), tratta dall'album D Girl
Subliminal
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
It's goin' down
Sweet Jones
Brooke Valentine
What you say, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Look, my car candy coated
Never voted
At the age 17, to the game I was quoted
Got a whole foreign tree in my flyest spur
My neck froze 'bout worth my coat and shoes mink fur
Y'all niggas ain't no pitbulls, you curried out
I'm Sweet Jones, bitch, and you ain't what this shit about
About is Pimp C and the princess of the south
Chunkin' it up for that Texas, lettin' 'em see them blades chop
I got it too, he's the flyest in these streets
Down on the corner, got the block full of heat
Lookin' for a girl that don't run her mouth
She ain't a hoe, all over town
He can call me baby, he can call me his boo
But he call me "Dope Girl" 'cause I got that ooh, ooh, ooh
When the fiends start runnin' when they hear the dope girl comin'
Know they can't control it, 'trol it, 'trol it
I got that crack and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin' (Who that?) who I be?
I be that Dope Girl, that's why they want me
Got these fiends, yeah, they runnin', runnin', runnin'
I got that crack and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin' (Who that?) who I be?
I be that Dope Girl, got 'em like dope fiends
I got that ice cream, that's what they say
Got the boys runnin' to the yard for me
Drive 'em wild, make 'em crazy
Got 'em sprung, want me to be they baby
And yeah, I keep 'em satisfied
That sweet spot I'm checkin', yeah, he's down to ride
When the fiends start runnin' when they hear the dope girl comin'
Know they can't control it, 'trol it, 'trol it
I got that crack and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin' (Who that?) who I be?
I be that Dope Girl, that's why they want me
Got these fiends, yeah, they runnin', runnin', runnin'
I got that crack and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin' (Who that?) who I be?
I be that Dope Girl, got 'em like dope fiends
Want some, want some (Want some, yeah)
What I can serve (Oh, yeah)
Keep comin' back 'cause my block is so hard
I make my records for them boys with the golds in they mouth
Them girls on parole with them O's in they house
Them niggas with the hard and the glassy, glassy soft
Spent my last 15 years representin' for the south
I'm a OG rock baller, 20 chop crawler
Young girl 'bout to choose a pimp, man, ain't no need to stall her
I risked it all on I-10, put my life on the line
Now young Pimp is goin' platinum with Miss Brooke Valentine
I know what you want from me
I know what you think y'all need
You already know who I be
I might open y'all like dope fiends
Know they can't control it, 'trol it, 'trol it (Can't control it)
I got that crack and they want it, want it
Want it (You know I got 'em wantin' it)
So why you askin' (Who that?) who I be?
I be that Dope Girl, that's why they want me (Hey)
Got these fiends, yeah, they runnin', runnin', runnin' (Runnin')
I got that crack and they want it, want it, want it (They want it)
So why you askin' (Who that?) who I be?
I be that Dope Girl, got 'em like dope fiends (Oh)
Want some, want some (Want some, yeah)
What I can serve (Oh, yeah)
Keep comin' back 'cause my block is so hard
Subliminal
Dope girl
Credits
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Andre Romell Young, Chad L. Butler, Derik James Boyd Johnson, Kanesha Nichole Brooks
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