Yung Bleu, Asian Doll - Dope Boy lyrics

He my dope boy
(Bitch I’m a real one, you basic)
He my dope boy
(Watch them cars, they be chasing)
(We got killers with them snipers)
(Broke niggas, they don’t like us)
(They just wanna come indict us)
(Imma ride right beside him)

Mama told me, "Don’t fuck with the streets"
I must admit, Ima do me
I been to jail, I been through hell
I’m from them streets where they eating
They taxing them quarters, they greedy
But I keep on running back
Cause I’m in love with the trap
He’s a dope boy
Serving all the fiends, yeah
What he known for
We be cruising the city all
Night with the chauffeur
That’s my coke boy, he realer than most boys
'Cuz I'm in love with-

Shawty on go, run up this 30 gone blow
Cut through these bitches, they know
My little eater
Fuck him til I catch a seizure
Posted? I’m hittin his beeper
Hate for no reason, flexin
Finessing my season
Show me the real, I'mma keep it
Down on my last
Bitches ain’t help but they laughed
Hunnid, can’t count it in cash
Dope boy, Dope boy
We both from the block, same opp, same Glock
Same bitch you wanna say it, don’t show us
When we young, high school
Laid up in the gym
First time, with a slug, let me roll up
Lean down, come lay on my shoulder
My LV smell and it’s reekin his odor
Ima pull up, get a bag
Don’t want your nigga, I’ll pass
Asian she real, Asian she trill
Asian the baddest that come out the field
Pretty and chill, fly to the hills
Play with me once, he be ready to kill
Shawty the goat, bad bitch tried that coke
Fucking and poppin it slow
Niggas gone act like they know

Mama told me, "Don’t fuck with the streets"
I must admit, Ima do me
I been to jail, I been through hell
I’m from them streets where they eating
They taxing them quarters, they greedy
But I keep on running back
Cause I’m in love with the trap
He’s a dope boy
Serving all the fiends what he known for
We be cruising the city all
Night with the chauffeur
That’s my coke boy, he realer than most boys
'Cuz I'm in love with-

Selling this dope
I got a freak and she like to get choked
Keep it lowkey with her, I never post
I know her body, I be taking notes
I got this liquor, she driving the boat
She ain’t in denial, she know I’m the goat
I’m dressed in designer, got mink on my coat
And she know I know she a freak on the low
Hop in the street wit it, I’m in the trenches
You bet not call me with all of that bitchin
That pussy on lock and she never be friendly
Hit from that back and bitch
I got you twitchin
I see it all through these Cartier lenses
You know that I got the streets in a frenzy
I got these diamonds, I got these VV's
Hood in control like I work at QC
No other bitch gone do me like you do me
I stole your heart, you gone have to sue me
We ain’t got no friends
The Benz got two seats yeah, yeah
Youn really need nobody
You better believe you got it
I fuck wit you cause you solid
Yeah I fuck wit you cause you solid

Mama told me, "Don’t fuck with the streets"
I must admit, Ima do me
I been to jail, I been through hell
I’m from them streets where they eating
They taxing them quarters, they greedy
But I keep on running back
Cause I’m in love with the trap
He’s a dope boy
Serving all the fiends, what he known for
We be cruising the city all
Night with the chauffeur
That’s my coke boy, he realer than most boys
'Cuz I'm in love with- yeah, yeah
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