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Tercüme: Doping. Four More Years.
Boys in the buildin' tonight Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life You don't even gotta bring ya paper out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on
if the dope game is still bein good to y'all Cause in the past four years, yo I done clocked more cash sellin dope than them white folks That's the reason
world was mine That's why I stay on the grind [Verse 2] I remember when the dope game started up, serving the hypes I was seeing more doe than I ever
less the hope for dope niggas to prosper Yes Sir [Chorus] [Verse 2] The future is now I lead on record's dedication for making better music is now Dope niggas locked out, four year
One, two, one, two, three, four First we got the crack, then we got the gats Then they changed all the laws, it was a set up Lockin' all the young homies
dealin, but that's no fun Before you made a sale it was in your lungs So the coke dealer now lives on your life Like a four year marriage you're the man
s breakin' got the whole fuckin' building shakin' Make our way through the house nothin' less nothin' more Where the kicks at man? I think they in the third drawer There's more
we live Dope just [unverified] and can't stop me from gettin' this paper Nineteen years a closet full of gators Platinumed out chain begets around my charm One hundred fifty shots, shots four
N.S Mr. Distress take a long rest And I never never never wanna see you no more, see you no more See you no more, got classic material wall to wall Hey
around here like that This is real shit, real talk Four different niggaz with four different aspects, nigga This is family shit Who the fuck said family ain't family no more
em in your square And little mack milk, blast the year That was bill bill, fast forward, ninety-four Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more
more Yes, the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (And plus the cold war) Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That throws more
Gang in the spot tonight Oh, what a feeling selling blocks of white You aina??t even gotta bring your paper out Wea??re the dope boys of the year, drinks
got the four four instead I move dimes, who your dime? Get your whore in bed Tell that triflin' bitch I want more than head Free might spark at ya clip, take more
