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OMB Peezy - Dope Boy (feat. Rylo Rodriguez) [Official Video]
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INTERPRÉTATION
OMB Peezy
OMB Peezy
Chant
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Christian Ward
Christian Ward
Paroles/Composition
LeParis Dade
LeParis Dade
Paroles/Composition
Zachary Mullett
Zachary Mullett
Paroles/Composition
Ryan Adams
Ryan Adams
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
J Lacy
J Lacy
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie de mixage
Hitmaka
Hitmaka
Production
Earl "Ejay" Washington
Earl "Ejay" Washington
Ingénierie de prise de son
Kuttabeatz
Kuttabeatz
Production

Paroles

Hitmaka Real forever Kutta, cut that shit up, man Look, dope boy out the trenches Can't forget, I made my youngin rich (my youngin) Pink slip on a foreign, can't believe I really own the bih (I own it) Make my quota, then we order, legend how I run it up (I run it up) Trap it, trap it, flip it (flip it) Spin it, then I make it up Dope boy out the trenches Can't forget, I made my youngin rich (my youngin) Pink slip on a foreign, can't believe I really own the bih (I own it) Make my quota, then we order, legend how I run it up (run it up) Trap it, trap it, flip it (flip it) Spin it, then I make it up (make it up) He be shooting' like Dior, so I bought a twin pair of Michael J's (Michael J's) Throw away, but I ain't throw it away I just put it inside the microwave (DJ lift up) But we don't do flight delays (I'm ridin' with clippers) like we forgot to shave (she's a stripper) I seen you at Ace, (if you trip up) just know he gotta pay How much it cost, your life I'm sayin' How much it cost, your ice A mansion My team, we ballin', this flight, a Vantage Dreamin' far inside all of my vibes, a fantasy The dime I'm flingin', V Live, she dancin' Got a bitch outta Maryland, new swipe, she scammin' I bought her a wig to get her outta my hair Got a Ruger, if I see 'em booted, they rare I hate hangs I know some niggas got murked Their mom was scared 'cause they had dead brains They picture me like digits, and all my cameramen got great angles If she usually let her spin, she hit that head, she might be bae angel Said her skinny wants the widebody Charger, fuck a waist trainer Dope boy out the trenches Can't forget, I made my youngin rich (my youngin) Pink slip on a foreign, can't believe I really own the bih (I own it) Make my quota, then we order, legend how I run it up (I run it up) Trap it, trap it, flip it (flip it) Spin it, then I make it up Dope boy out the trenches Can't forget, I made my youngin rich (my youngin) Pink slip on a foreign, can't believe I really own the bih (I own it) Make my quota, then we order, legend how I run it up (run it up) Trap it, trap it, flip it (flip it) Spin it, then I make it up (make it up) Look, dope boy And I make a nigga lay down Everybody hit the floor, nigga ain't have no choice (have no choice) I was on the block, late night Big cause on the store, Off-White tag hangin' Nigga don't know nothin', he'll prolly think I stole (I stole) Nigga, I'll steal your life, I'll end your night Look at me the wrong way when I'm rollin' (rrah) Pull up in the pu', told her get him Make enough room for your problems to fit in She might gotta sit on your lap, but don't sit on That strap, better watch where you sit (where you sit) I come from projects, they know they can't stop it They sit back and watch how we live (how we live) Where I'm from, if you rich, you gon' get it (gon' get it) I'ma break her lil' back if she willin' Youngin out the bricks, I can't forget I turned my youngin on I shoot some, I'm gon' hit I cannot miss, bitch, who you runnin' from? (Runnin') Promise you can't come around that Gang if you ain't one of us (one of us) If you 'round me You can't tote that flame if you ain't done enough (peezy) Dope boy out the trenches Can't forget, I made my youngin rich (my youngin) Pink slip on a foreign, can't believe I really own the bih (I own it) Make my quota, then we order, legend how I run it up (I run it up) Trap it, trap it, flip it (flip it) Spin it, then I make it up Dope boy out the trenches Can't forget, I made my youngin rich (my youngin) Pink slip on a foreign, can't believe I really own the bih (I own it) Make my quota, then we order, legend how I run it up (run it up) Trap it, trap it, flip it (flip it) Spin it, then I make it up (make it up)
Writer(s): Christian Ward, Leparis Dade, Ryan Adams, Zachary Mullet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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