Lord Dom, Dolcé Dolcé Dolcé Dolcé - Boppers lyrics

Yo Dolcé, where's my phone?
Better yet, where are we?
That's a good question - wait
- do you smell that? Yeah what is that?
It smells like, it smells like

Boppers, Boppers, Boppers, Boppers
We smoking boppers, dodging coppers
We smoking boppers, dodging coppers
We smoking boppers, dodging coppers

They gone tell you every story
In the book but Oz
The yellow brick road was dirt
And there was no Oz
In this world with my dogs
We write our own laws
Just myself I'd be lost
You throwing shade I'mma shine through it
New God Flow like GOOD music
Ride along, see how we do it


H Town the hood I influence
Press play and there ain't no pause
We rhyme in consecutive bars
Walk in and there ain't no charge
Check ID but that ain't no prob
Sit down by a tall young blonde
She look over at me and say
"Lord Dom? Aren't you that kid who
Biked to prom? That kid who
Don't have a job? Owner of Dom
Uhh something something dot com?"
And I'm like, Yes it's on and poppin'
Yes, the party's rockin'
Yes, the cutie's shockin'
Yes, and there ain't no stoppin'
Yes, it's on and poppin'
Yes, the party's rockin'
Yes, the cutie's shockin'
Yes, and there ain't no stoppin'

Boppers, Boppers, Boppers, Boppers
We smoking boppers, dodging coppers
We smoking boppers, dodging coppers
We smoking boppers, dodging coppers

We ain't fucking with you on the regular
I don't know why this bitch
Thinks she's so special uhh
Sippin' on some Perrier, I'm so fly
BSD, AK, my boys 'til I die
Dom Pérignon for the evening
You already know I'm scheming
Yeah, now she runnin' her lips
Rubbin' her hips so I'm coming quick
So hop in that Bentley, or that Benz
Cause we 'bout to dip
And yeah we out to Paris
I hop in that Bentley
This money I got plenty
These boppers I got plenty
Yo Dom, where's my Henny?

Boppers, Boppers, Boppers, Boppers
We smoking boppers, dodging coppers
We smoking boppers, dodging coppers
We smoking boppers, dodging coppers