DOPE - T.I., Marsha Ambrosius

Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope

I feel like I’m on dope

Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope

Boy you really get me high

Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope

There now hold me close

Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope

(Ok) Boy you really get me high

Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope

(Yeah, yeah) I feel like I’m on dope

Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope

(Uh, alright) Boy you really get me high

(Aye, aye, yeah)

Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope

There now hold me close

Anonymous bending corners with burners on us

Come and ride with me

Berkin duffle a hundred thousand in it

Aye, nigga, roll up

Anyway, D’Usse mixed with lemonade

Feeling good like I’m dealing ye

Moving ten a day

Time limit never

Could do this shit forever

Can’t even put it in words, how I am in love with her

From slinging work on the curb, hustling drugs with her

The jet ride 50 million, a wonderful feeling

Shit, I’m high as a motherfucker

Don’t ask me shit, make me lie to you motherfucker

Man truth is for real, feel like Dre and Pharrell

Mixed with Eric B. and Rakim, shawty hell on the scale

And still the game enticing me, like every time I see her

They like to pop a seal, high enough to see Aaliyah

For real, and man, I know how to chill

You don’t know how good it make a nigga feel

I’m coming down

High as a motherfucker

High as a motherfucker

Boy really you get me high

High as a motherfucker

High as a motherfucker

This winter shit got me high as a bitch

Dripping sauce kicking flavor, super fly with the shit

Don’t need a gram to get laid, an ounce to get paid

G Kush to roll up, a drink to pour up

Anyone know us, they know trap shit in our DNA

Numbers on a need-to-know basis, this ain’t no Q&A

I promised Dre that I would put the game on lock

And ain’t no taking that shit back, put it on everything I got

God damn

Aventador, hopping out a Lamb

In residential areas flyin', I’m getting out of (?)

Ma’am tell your son he better watch it, cause we roll

And disrespect is not an option in my neighborhood

So watch how you talking to me

Even if we know you hating, then that is all it can be

Cause if call in all the niggas indebted to me

Find you ass OD’d

Dead ass can be

I’m coming down

High as a motherfucker

High as a motherfucker

Boy you get me

High as a motherfucker

High as a motherfucker

Ok, counting, watching, call it that old thing

Blowing gasoline to put my hat on lean

Where I stay all they say is «Fuck Trump», all day

Two or three pistol, metal with me (?)

She brought an 'O of kush to me and a six pack

Okay, well, I’m about to roll it up and hit that

Now I’mma make her wipe me down like a wet sink

Ride it like a jet ski, pass it to the next bitch

Aye

I’m coming down

High as a motherfucker

High as a motherfucker

Boy really you get me high

High as a motherfucker

High as a motherfucker

I’m telling you, man

Yeah can get high all month

I mean the (?) got me blowed, man

I swear… haha!

Dre!

Where you get this shit, man?

Yeah, from the westside only, man

You know, I swear to God man

I ain’t known a bad day in so long

You know, thank God

Aye man, life ain’t, life ain’t like this for you, man?

I swear to God, you should pray more

Yeah, bankrolls on bankrolls, man, you dig?

Aaliyah, we miss you

Yeah, oh, alright

Yeah, yeah, well that’s swell

Well that’s swell, uh