paroles de chanson My Dope House (Prod. by Kaytranada) - Freddie Gibbs
My
dope
house,
my
dope
house,
yeah,
trappin'
out
my
dope
house
Eat,
sleep
in
the
dope
house,
quarter
key
worth
of
dope
now
Chillin'
in
my
dope
house,
my
dope
house
Niggas
stickin'
up
the
dope
house
None
this
shit
in
my
dope
house
Porsche
stained
when
I
roll
out
I
show
'em
love
but
I
love
my
money
even
more
Disrespect,
don't
pay
me?
You
gots
to
go
(?)
ship
in
them
loads
Disrespect
and
play
me?
You
gots
to
go
(?)
faith
in
my
niggas,
Diego
that's
my
nigga
And
we
kill
for
him
and
if
a
nigga
try
to
kill
him
and
I'mma
die
with
him
Cause
Freddie
keep
a
.45
with
him
ARs
in
the
back
and
9s
with
me
From
the
dudes
like
a
3 or
4 (?)
Clean
out
the
shoes
(?)
this
Those
fufu
boys?
We
air
'em,
coroner's
gone
stretch
'em
out
Popo
and
detectives
gone
be
worryin'
bout
my
whereabouts
Those
fufu
boys?
We
air
'em,
coroner's
gone
stretch
'em
out
Popo
and
detectives
gone
be
worryin'
bout
my
whereabouts
Don't
fuck
with
me,
stay
in
your
lane
Thug
everyday
and
never
change,
man
And
if
I
see
another
day
I
wake
back
up
and
do
the
same
thing
Don't
fuck
with
me,
stay
in
your
lane
Thug
everyday
and
never
change,
man
And
if
I
see
another
day
I
wake
back
up
and
do
the
same
thang
My
dope
house,
my
dope
house
Straight
blow
at
the
dope
house
Popo
at
the
dope
house,
snitch
nigga
must
have
told
about
it
Down
for
a
kidnap,
for
a
kidnap
Real
nigga,
we
done
did
that
At
the
crib
with
your
motherfuckin'
mama
And
your
kids,
know
where
everybody
did
that
Everybody
keep
quiet
Everybody
on
the
floor
Everbody
gone
see
Bitch
I'm
from
the
east
side
Where
everybody
sell
dope
and
everybody
got
heat
(?)
motherfuckers
(?)
all
day
Hundred
murders
in
a
week
Boys
got
(?)
in
the
project
hallway
Ain't
nobody
gone
speak
Niggas
mommas
gonna
week
I
put
your
face
on
a
shirt
and
get
out
of
town
(?)
weed
and
a
worry
and
I
rolled
it
down
That
Ruger
hide
on
my
head
and
(?)
got
30
rounds
I
keep
my
hand
on
a
chopper
nigga
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