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Dope Boy Video (MV)




Performed By: Stillsnappin
Language: English
Length: 3:02
Written by: Andrew Smith




Stillsnappin - Dope Boy Lyrics




Bitch I'm da dope boy
Cuban link
A White tee
N sum Soulja rees
This shit like monopoly
Double up my money
Kick my seat back
Bitch I'm blowin trees
Better watch ya mouth lil bitch
You goofies do not kno me
Jus f*ckin up ya life
N smokin flakka you a dope fien
I been Makin moves n touchin racks Since I was fourteen
Florida boy you kno I hit da jeweler drop sum gold teeth
N I can always switch it up
You go ta droppin disses think I give a f*ck
I don't
Man jus ask around I run it up
You think I'm goin broke
Hell nah ain't smokin ports
Bitch I'm poppin xanny bars smokin gas n kickin doors
Call up Jonjon Makin bitches go out sad he buckin poles
Call up Mook ready ta up dat bitch n shoot n dats fasho
Call up Goob tell him bring both of dem glizzies n yo stick
Man don't ask no f*ckin questions bitch I said get in dis whip
N den they kno jus what we on
And ain't gon say too much bout 5 you kno la bro still out on bond
So what you trippin fa
Lil bro keep dat Glock no we don't got no f*ckin smithens tucked
N dem hollows rip through tissue chops n 40s bitches big as f*ck
Dem boys kept bitchin bout dat issue told ya jit don't test ya luck
But now he got a headstone
Don't tell me how to live my life
Bitch
I kno I'm dead wrong
But what dat got to do wit you
Kno nothing bout dem dead guys hoe don't ask me bout la whoopty whoop
Mighta f*cked up in da past but don't you bring up what I used to do
Cuz i kno shootas dude ain't even gon speak on what they'll do to you
So tell that bitch to kick rocks
Outchea servin j's I'm Makin plays in my flip flops
Jus tryna get paid I made a way call me the big dawg
Goofy ass been played get out da way I kno dat jit soft
When I see em face to face got nun to say Ima let that stick talk
So tell his ass be quiet
Tell his ass be quiet
Before we pop out at his crib 10 deep wit blicks like it's a riot
Kno we get back gang fashoski ask da brodies I ain't lyin
Gotta keep dat iron on me

Kno I gotta keep dat iron
Kno I gotta keep dat poker
He say he be trappin but In real life he a smoker
Me im neva lackin won't catch me with out my toaster
No I am not cappin known for trappin that's why they say

I'm the dope boy
Cuban link
A white
N sum Soulja ree's
Dis shit like monopoly
Double up my money
Kick my seat back
Bitch I'm blowing trees
Dey said I wasn't shit but after dis bet they gon notice me
Dissin like a bitch dis choppa kick gon sing like Jodeci
So tell em turn me up
Mann tell em turn me up
Cuz Stillsnappin in dis bitch shit dat cracka turnt as f*ck

Shit dat cracka turnt as f*ck

I'm da dope boy
Cuban link
A White tee
N sum Soulja ree's
This shit like monopoly
Double up my money
Kick my seat back
Bitch I'm blowin trees
Better watch ya mouth lil bitch
You goofies do not kno me
Jus f*ckin up ya life
N smokin flakka you a dope fien
I been Makin moves n touchin racks Since I was fourteen
Florida boy you kno I hit da jeweler drop sum gold teeth
N I can always switch it up
You go ta droppin disses think I give a f*ck
I don't
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Bitch I'm da dope boy
Cuban link
A White tee
N sum Soulja rees
This shit like monopoly
Double up my money
Kick my seat back
Bitch I'm blowin trees
Better watch ya mouth lil bitch
You goofies do not kno me
Jus f*ckin up ya life
N smokin flakka you a dope fien
I been Makin moves n touchin racks Since I was fourteen
Florida boy you kno I hit da jeweler drop sum gold teeth
N I can always switch it up
You go ta droppin disses think I give a f*ck
I don't
Man jus ask around I run it up
You think I'm goin broke
Hell nah ain't smokin ports
Bitch I'm poppin xanny bars smokin gas n kickin doors
Call up Jonjon Makin bitches go out sad he buckin poles
Call up Mook ready ta up dat bitch n shoot n dats fasho
Call up Goob tell him bring both of dem glizzies n yo stick
Man don't ask no f*ckin questions bitch I said get in dis whip
N den they kno jus what we on
And ain't gon say too much bout 5 you kno la bro still out on bond
So what you trippin fa
Lil bro keep dat Glock no we don't got no f*ckin smithens tucked
N dem hollows rip through tissue chops n 40s bitches big as f*ck
Dem boys kept bitchin bout dat issue told ya jit don't test ya luck
But now he got a headstone
Don't tell me how to live my life
Bitch
I kno I'm dead wrong
But what dat got to do wit you
Kno nothing bout dem dead guys hoe don't ask me bout la whoopty whoop
Mighta f*cked up in da past but don't you bring up what I used to do
Cuz i kno shootas dude ain't even gon speak on what they'll do to you
So tell that bitch to kick rocks
Outchea servin j's I'm Makin plays in my flip flops
Jus tryna get paid I made a way call me the big dawg
Goofy ass been played get out da way I kno dat jit soft
When I see em face to face got nun to say Ima let that stick talk
So tell his ass be quiet
Tell his ass be quiet
Before we pop out at his crib 10 deep wit blicks like it's a riot
Kno we get back gang fashoski ask da brodies I ain't lyin
Gotta keep dat iron on me

Kno I gotta keep dat iron
Kno I gotta keep dat poker
He say he be trappin but In real life he a smoker
Me im neva lackin won't catch me with out my toaster
No I am not cappin known for trappin that's why they say

I'm the dope boy
Cuban link
A white
N sum Soulja ree's
Dis shit like monopoly
Double up my money
Kick my seat back
Bitch I'm blowing trees
Dey said I wasn't shit but after dis bet they gon notice me
Dissin like a bitch dis choppa kick gon sing like Jodeci
So tell em turn me up
Mann tell em turn me up
Cuz Stillsnappin in dis bitch shit dat cracka turnt as f*ck

Shit dat cracka turnt as f*ck

I'm da dope boy
Cuban link
A White tee
N sum Soulja ree's
This shit like monopoly
Double up my money
Kick my seat back
Bitch I'm blowin trees
Better watch ya mouth lil bitch
You goofies do not kno me
Jus f*ckin up ya life
N smokin flakka you a dope fien
I been Makin moves n touchin racks Since I was fourteen
Florida boy you kno I hit da jeweler drop sum gold teeth
N I can always switch it up
You go ta droppin disses think I give a f*ck
I don't
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Writer: Andrew Smith
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