Adam Tensta, Eboi - Dopeboy Text (lyrics)
[Adam Tensta, Eboi - Dopeboy Text lyrics]
I sell drugs
Do I look like do I look like
Do I look I sell drugs?
What it look like
Bass through the walls
DJ spinning that feeling that song
Excuse me can I get by here
Place so packed can't move nowhere
I'm a get something to drink, what you want?
Can't hear what you saying homie, speak up
What you need man, I got you though
There's buzzing in my pocket let
Me check my phone hold up
My niggas on the line they trying to get in
But the bouncer won't let 'em, typical shit
What we always got to do
With them type of dudes
That was in a good mood
Now they fucking my shit
Been through it before this
Ain't the first time, nigga
Matter-fact you saw me last weekend
Remember?
I remember why because you did the same thing
Made us stand for twenty minutes
'fore you let us in
Does it really have to be a situation
Before you let us in you
Gonna search my mates, you will
You ain't never gonna find
What you looking for
Do' it really look like we some dope, boys?
What it look like, what I look like
Look like that
How come they call me the dope boy then
Must, must be something then tell me man
Do I look like I sell drugs
Do I look like, do I look like, do I look
Do I look like I sell drugs
Up in the club I'm trying to figure what's up
With my 'cause everybody been trying
To get on buzz bottle in my hand I'm gon'
Leave it against the wall
And my cell in the other
Receiving a lot of calls
But I focus on the night so I don't pick up
I'm loving the dope boys filling the tip cup
Not a word is being said, not a verb
Not a noun but let me decipher the code
I find to get down
You wouldn't believe it we
Write shit like this
Everything from thug niggas to
Rich white kids
Up in the ground I ain't new to this, fool
Little girls off to college doing this shit
Too
For the white ones mummy take her clothes off
Never did do blow and whipe her nose off
It's real sat but it's real down town
Even homeboys' sister offer to bow down
And then the rest will make
The part with the coka
Over tiny cash five niggas with
The rest we dough like the club is full of
The hustlers stacking dollars
Whose profit is celebrated all you
Gotta do is hollar like
What it look like, what I look like
Look like that
How come they call me the dope boy then
Must, must be something then tell me man
Do I look like do I look like
Do I look I sell drugs?
What it look like
Bass through the walls
DJ spinning that feeling that song
Excuse me can I get by here
Place so packed can't move nowhere
I'm a get something to drink, what you want?
Can't hear what you saying homie, speak up
What you need man, I got you though
There's buzzing in my pocket let
Me check my phone hold up
My niggas on the line they trying to get in
But the bouncer won't let 'em, typical shit
What we always got to do
With them type of dudes
That was in a good mood
Now they fucking my shit
Been through it before this
Ain't the first time, nigga
Matter-fact you saw me last weekend
Remember?
I remember why because you did the same thing
Made us stand for twenty minutes
'fore you let us in
Does it really have to be a situation
Before you let us in you
Gonna search my mates, you will
You ain't never gonna find
What you looking for
Do' it really look like we some dope, boys?
What it look like, what I look like
Look like that
How come they call me the dope boy then
Must, must be something then tell me man
Do I look like I sell drugs
Do I look like, do I look like, do I look
Do I look like I sell drugs
Up in the club I'm trying to figure what's up
With my 'cause everybody been trying
To get on buzz bottle in my hand I'm gon'
Leave it against the wall
And my cell in the other
Receiving a lot of calls
But I focus on the night so I don't pick up
I'm loving the dope boys filling the tip cup
Not a word is being said, not a verb
Not a noun but let me decipher the code
I find to get down
You wouldn't believe it we
Write shit like this
Everything from thug niggas to
Rich white kids
Up in the ground I ain't new to this, fool
Little girls off to college doing this shit
Too
For the white ones mummy take her clothes off
Never did do blow and whipe her nose off
It's real sat but it's real down town
Even homeboys' sister offer to bow down
And then the rest will make
The part with the coka
Over tiny cash five niggas with
The rest we dough like the club is full of
The hustlers stacking dollars
Whose profit is celebrated all you
Gotta do is hollar like
What it look like, what I look like
Look like that
How come they call me the dope boy then
Must, must be something then tell me man