Dope Boi Bitch - Flo Boy Joe

Yup, D-Boi, yeah Yeah, I'm on some Dope Boi shit (Now I ain't steppin' out 'less the ice is right) Yeah (And I ain't swervin' the ride 'less the lights is bright) Return of the Dope Boi (D-Boi, D-Boi, D-Boi) Yeah (D-Boi, D-Boi, D-Boi) I'm on some Dope Boi shit (Yeah) (D-Boi, D-Boi, D-Boi) Huh (D-Boi, D-Boi, D-Boi) This the return of the Dope Boi Who be the freshest out the catalogue? Somethin' like the freshest of 'em all Fresher, buy them all, look now Fuck with me girl, you're guaranteed to have a ball Shorty said she with me 'Cause she love the way we carry on Carry on like my Louis Vuitton rollin' bag Put it in the overhead, then I order apple-cran Cran-apple 'cause it's too early for alcohol Still sweatin' bullets 'cause security They have them dogs (Fuckin' D-Bois) Perignon and a table full of chicken wing Icicle, let them hoes know we gettin' chains Big bank, in the Chevy paint gettin' grain Wet paint weave on her like shit stains Ain't nothin' changed but the pampers on the baby, mane Went from D-F Express to the motherfuckin' gravy train Niggas in the Points took the same What them niggas are holdin' now Join gangs, Collipark, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang Yeah You see it, ho Brand new and it's still the old school I ain't playin' with none of yous Ayy, ayy, ayy Levi denim, switch up, kill 'em Louis V First class suits, I fly across the bluest seas Italian, introduce you to the bluest cheese Got a plug in Atlanta, always got them newest trees O.G. Skywalker Kush evergreen B.I.G. gon' get it in the air Just like a trampoline (Trampoline) I'm sayin', playin' with hundreds of grand Buyin' tennis shoes out Yokohama, Japan I don't want the jacket 'less it come with the pant And I ain't throwin' no money 'less you doin' the dance I say biatch, you see me whippin' in this kitchen, bitch I say biatch, I'm tryna whip another chicken, bitch I say biatch, I got no time to hear about a dirty dish Biatch, trap nigga tryna get early rich Money makin', never fakin' Serve that dope like Fasty (Fasty) Chop that work and chop that Work and put it in a baggie, ayy Up all night, a up all nighter I be cookin' crack (Crack) Tell the West Side, tell the West Side Tide and D is back No not Warren, no not Warren Red Dog gon' say hello (Hello) Back in '94, I trapped out with Shawty L-O (Ooh) The way that I be flexin', Paul Howard might indict We jump back like we cook crack for Tom Black and Terry White I'm on some Dope Boi shit (Now I ain't steppin' out unless the ice is right) (And I ain't swervin' the ride unless the lights is bright) The return of the Dope Boi Yeah, I'm on some Dope Boi shit (Now I ain't steppin' out unless the ice is right) Yeah (And I ain't swervin' the Ride unless the lights is bright) This the return of the Dope Boi Dope Boi, Dope Boi, Dope Boi, Dope Boi Dope Boi, Dope Boi, Dope Boi

I've been gone a long time Lost in the seven seas. Sail on, don't you come back Until you learn the birds and the bees. Who will you find waiting for you, Squeeze blood into [in the?] wine. Left to call my preacher And my very lovely wife. Chorus (1) I said, hey now, knocked down, why'd you do it, Roll me like a hurricane. All is a bust and I'm numb, like novocaine. Who done it, what's up, you said, Sell me out why don't you boy, I'm alone, severely broken, I'm a dislocated boy. I have thought to rise my dictions And I've suffocated my pride. (Be)fore you and I embarked on One hell of a ride. Boy, I've had these blues Since I been six years old. But tell me don't you worry (A)bout my very heavy load. Chorus (2) And I said, knock down, drag out, bar fight, Knuckles on the floor. and there's shattered glass, And one hell of a scar. Broke down and hungry, you said so. Sell me out, why don't you boy, I'm alone, severely broken, I'm a dislocated boy. All I need is my old guitar, And I'll play you the best damn blues. Heavy affections, and I hate to lose. Thirty-five years ago, I was born on Robert Johnson's. It's all been for you baby. I'm gonna make it back someday. Repeat Chorus (1) So tell me about your working class hero, baby Tell me 'bout your... Mine was born in Mississippi, 'round 1923. Blue collar flannel shirts Was my Father's way. Worked in a factory, 'Til his dying day. Repeat Chorus (2)

Oh, I had my mother tell me, "Son You have brothers but you're lonely one" She knew what she had to do All my life reaching out for you I believe Lonely boy this time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time Well, she strut her stuff down Oxford Street She looking like she hadn't eat I tell myself what could go wrong Another tale of the same old song I believe Lonely boy this time Oh, I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time Early morning, starting school Soon became the classroom fool Went to church in my Sunday shoes People talk about my point of view I believe Lonely boy this time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time Well, a spoonful of white Just to try to get her black I know my baby's gone She makes me blow my stack I believe Lonely boy this time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time

Terror Squad... Bad Boy... Joey Crack Girl I gotta do what I gotta do Change my life (Change my life) Make things right (Make things right) And girl I'm a bad boy so I gotta do what I gotta do Risk my life (Risk my life) In the late night (In the late night) Cause girl I'm a bad boy yeahhhhhh I know at times you feel stressed out But I'm tryin' to set you up so later I can buy you up this guest house But for now I gotta hug the block I know you sick of visits from undercover cops Runnin' to the kitchen tryin to hide the box Just give me a minute and I'm gonna flood you with rocks I gotta wicked jump shot but let's be real Aint no scouts gonna give a sad nigga a deal I gotta do what I gotta do that's whats up What's with this new attitude you know bitch that is what's up I'm a Bad Boy like 'Mike Lawry' How you think you got that rainbow Louis Not with a legal job's salary Ma' we got you stuck off the realness You know the infamous You heard of us It's your Bad Boy business men Me and Joey Crack gettin' benjamins Sittin' in the Vanquish, the same color as cinnamon Ma' I'm tryin' to be your knight and shinin' To put you in the house on the Cayman Islands Spend your whole life with stylin' With that light that got me Through it all you was right behind me And ma' I know I gotta change But right now a nigga is dealing with alot of things It's not the same Girl with me you can achieve whatever But I can't change, I'm a Bad Boy forever

Oh, I had my mother tell me son You have brothers but you're only one She knew what she had to do All my life reaching out for you I believe Lonely boy this time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time Well she strut her stuff down Oxford Street She looking like she hadn't eat I tell myself what could go wrong Another tale of the same old song I believe Lonely boy this time Oh, I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time Early morning starting school Soon became the classroom fool Went to church in my Sunday shoes People talk about my point of view I believe Lonely boy this time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time Well a spoonful of white Just to try to get her black I know my baby's gone She makes me blow my stack I believe Lonely boy this time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time