Nyce Dopest On The Scene

Tekst piosenki

Chorus:
Dopest on the scene (Repeatedly)
VERSE 1
She loves my voice, said it gets her ——– moist

I got Money in my pocket

I could by a Rolls Royce

Chuck tees , Pair a levis and a white T

3 scoops of the —-

No its not ice cream

Feel like a Bad boy?

U could call me Mike Larry

Got a lot of weight

More than u can ——- carry

Got a lot of bounds

Like my first name Barry

Clint Eastwood

Know U see the dirty Harry (Pop pop)

No, it’s not shoots

Bottle after bottle

Yeah, We got the club lock

The name is HC

And your boy is now official

U need a time out?

I’m a blow

The ———- whistle

No I’m not a ref

But your boy make calls

——— give me —–

B4 I take off their drawers

I tell these ——- pause

And get off a ——— ———

I’m bout making money

I love flippin bricks (NYCE)
Chorus:
Dopest on the scene (Repeatedly)

VERSE 2
Feel So high

I ain’t ever coming down

I’m Lebron on the court

Ya’ll ——- out of bonds

Think u a big dog

Well I work for the pound

Ya’ll ——– ———

Should be wearing a gown

No gangster

But your boy’s no punk

Get your — thrown away like a box full of junk

Got five deadly fingers like a Shaolin Monk

No elephant when I put you in the trunk

I’m just a layback ——–

Trying to move packs, make stacks, ASAP ———

Want a Maybach, 80 racks, That’s big figures

I Don’t pay tax, I save That, that’s getting richer

Can’t no job do it quicker

Get no sleep

So no I’m not a dreamer

Going beat the block up

Like Ike did Tina

Going to go 12 rounds

Like my name John Cena

Ball so hard

Snatch your ——– out your Beamer..
Written by Earl Steill © 2011 copyright