Lirik Tyga - Dope (feat. Rick Ross) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyga]
T-Rawws rock my own kick game
8 figure deal figure how I'm courtside at clip game
Still pop ace king shit I'm with Rozay
Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ
OK the day you beating me bitch no day
Bandz a make her dance that's thousand dollar foreplay
AK get a full clip not a soundwave
You kissed her in her mouth, ask her how my dick taste
Bitch nigga you don't want no drama, I'm worth a couple commas
It's death before dishonor
Last King come sign up, all my shit be designer
Extroardinary rhymer I bodied yo' shit for nothin'
Wes, west up, hot temper
Get wet up she give me head not neck up
She clean the mess up
One false move death from gesture
Cash in the safe nigga I don't feel no pressure

[Hook-Tyga]
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dope
(All) all my shit dope
Cause it's 187 how I killing these hoes

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
H on the Buckle, Hermes and the hustle
Crown on the watch, young niggas still thuggin'
8.7 on the crib so fuck it
Went gold in a month so it ain't no budget
New chains, rollex links
New chick just to drag my mink
New car just to ride 'round here
Aviator crew we flyest 'round here
Hating on hood niggas dying 'round here
Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard
Cars rockstars, dope boys at odds
I done seen it all but it's back to these broads
Hands clap like a nigga in the stadium
Million dollar chain but I'm rocking 8 of 'em
I see you slipping boy don't make me pick your label up
Scottie Pippen on the dribble I just laid 'em up
Another triple got me tripping like it's angel dust
We just winning all the women in my table ah
Say my name say my name nigga say my name
100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Chief rocka, pill popper
Tell her to pull them things out cause my car topless
Off topic, get on top it, what’s your synopsis
So sincere in her belly, that's that Nas shit
King announcing that gangsta shit we mobbin'
We taking your dollars creflo no white collar
I (pop pop) wish a nigga would call Thomas
Bitch I'm the bomb call me the unabomber
Money in my game I'm driving shit that's insane
You niggas stay in your lane no playing ain't nothing changed
Pardon this good regime, I make your girl David Blaine
Murder was the case all the kids say that nigga T-raw

[Hook]

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Lirik Meek Mill - I'm A Boss (feat. Rick Ross) Lyrics

[Meek Mill:]
Look I be ridin threw my old hood, but I'm in my new whip, same old attitude but
I'm on that new shit. They say they gone rob me, see me never do shit, 'cause
they know that's the reason they gon' end up on them news clips. Audemar
[[Piguet Wristwatch]] on my wrist, bustdown! we poppin bottles like I scored the
winning touchdown. 'Memba me dead broke? Look at me up now! I run my city from
South Philly back to uptown. Thank god, all these bottles I pop, all this paper
I been gettin, all these models I popped, I done sold 100thousand 'fore my album
got dropped, and I'm only 23, I'm the shit, now look at me! look at me! I'm a
boss like my nigga Rozay [Rick Ross], shawty asked me for a check, I told that
bitch like 'no way!', cause I made it from the bottom, there was never no way,
an' I never had a job, you know I had to sell yay![cocaine] Bitch I'm a boss, I
call the shots, I'm with the murder team, so call the cops, we in the
building, y'all are not, you short on the paper, you gon' ball or not?

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
bitch im a boss
bitch ima boss
i plan the shots
i call the calls
we in this bitch
its goin down
yea im the king now
wheres my muthafuckin crown?


[Rick Ross:]
Got so many shades they thought I had a lazy eye. Shorty rode me smooth as my
Mercedes ride. No love, cry when only babies die, and when I go that casket
better cost a hundred thou! I pray to god I look my killer in his eyes, snatch
his soul out that shirt let's take him for that pride. (an) O.G. is one who
standin' on his own feet; a boss is one who guarantee we gone eat! Fuck a blog
dawg cause one day we gone meet! I'm a spazz on yo ass like I'm on E,
[extacy] or a double stack, nigga, better double that. Jerry Jones money, nigga
you a running back. Hershall Walker, Bo Jack, Ricky Waters better run that dope
back! Boss! an I put that on my Maybach, four hundred thou bitch, you wish you
saved that...

[chorus]

[Meek Mill:]
Couple cars i dont neva drive, bikes i dont neva ride, crib I ain't neva been
[to], pool i dont neva swim [in], fool u ain't better than [me], I move like the
president! Erything black on black you know I be strappn that. Rattin' ass
niggas walkin 'round wearin' wires! fuckin up the game, got the hood on
fire. Bitch I'm a king - call me sire! You say I don't run my city? You a
muthafucking liar! Bitch I'm a boss! You a fraud! You cross the line, I get u
murdered full cost. Out in vegas, I twist them laws, at the fight we
watchin Floyd [Maywhether], we on the floor. Scared money don't make no money,
if I ever go broke, I'ma take your money, I ain't never dropped a dime, you
ain't gon' take nutin from me, I'm in the hood every day. I'm good, what I say?
Bitch I'm a bossssssss

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