Young Boss - Dope Boy Fresh lyrics
Chorus: Now you could walk through a river full of hustlers and G's but you still couldn't dry off and hustle like me-I'm Dope Boy Fresh- Dope boy fresh-dope-d-dope-d-dope-dope boy fresh; Now you could walk through a river full of pimps and macks but you still couldn't dry off and pimp her like that-I'm Dope Boy Fresh- Dope boy fresh-dope-d-dope-d-dope-dope boy fresh.
Verse 1: Young Boss-groovy as I wanna be, I'm gone off (uugh) buzzing like a bumble bee, tilt hat-yes- clean as a mother-mother, kill that (uugh) pour me another-nother; They don't want beef- I serve it well done, they vegetarians- children of the corn, let the gun talk when you let yo lips walk, put the pillow to that barrel- call it pillow talk; Everybody and they momma say they move keys, well I moved hard and only oz's, and this is real meneur I had greens too they was light as Al B. Sure, test me boy and I�ll be sure to turn yo body into fertilizer real meneur; Stirring crack juice- call it Hi-C, fiends shaking Muhammad Ali.
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Verse 2: Second verse-do it like the first- homicide- serial killer of the verse, Dope boy fresh that's why she grinning, she want my S-E-X like Lyfe Jennings; So hood flyer than a Jordan poster, take the boys on a ride like a roller coaster, Boss- real G's in here, Hood Boy Click in white T's in here, I'm a pit-bull who let all these fleas in here, no chips on 'em I'm chili cheese in here; Hustle hard- money flipping, green and white work together Jordan and Pippen, too much traction never slipping, niggas want action leave them dripping; Moon shinning off the pistol call it moon-shine, weed got me animated cartoon time.
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Break Down: This is hustler music so I groove on white T -blue jeans- that tool on, I get my groove on, I get my groove on, I get my- I get my- I get my groove on; If you moving them thangs then get yo move on, count it-stack it- then groove on, I get my groove on, I get my groove on, I get my- I get my- I get my groove on.
Third Verse : I'm fresh, nigga call me baby powder, Chevy souped up- call it clam chowder, flow nasty- yeah it need a shower, keep it gangsta-when- nigga every hour
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(DJ Rice Interlude-Talking)
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