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CORY GUNZ lyrics : "Dope Game"

Yeah, young money, cash money, militia gangs
And they say New York city, bounce
$#&@ it, Iâ??m the youngest street !@$@, time you ever know

Never ask something all I knew was mommy wasnâ??t home
So with !@$@s stood alone, with the â?¦ by the phone
Watchin Jimmy roll bones, while Jonny roll bones

Thereâ??s a hommie on my side every time I !@$@(?) home
What the $#&@ cause when the ... blow to your â?¦ keep it goin
Iâ??m â?¦ how come !@$@s â?¦ with the way I sound stones bloody â?¦

â?¦ I jones, suddenly I phone, â?¦ rest in peace â?¦
â?¦ on my skin tattooed to the $#&@ing N forever
True is definition to me for the frame such a â?¦ hair

â?¦ get and â?¦ of the !@$@s jump %#@!
Never sing before they swim fit it for this rap %#@!
I am hip-hop hymn, ask any of these !@$@s .. they tell youâ?¦

Young money with the $#&@ a stop them seeâ??em, pop them chop them, drop
them hot
Militia gangs being an option, no considering the reason she â?¦ drop it

You !@$@s got a way to talk about you out of way, !@$@s sound an oldâ?¦
Talking about they got a lot of â?¦ , you might as well hate, cause now is
never late

The â?¦ bought to have me like my â?¦ â?¦
They, #~!!@ I expect like a prom date, tell you youâ??re a disgrace to your
$#&@ing mom face

The things â?¦ that, my broâ??s in the spot, and my flows head hands in â?¦
night (?)
You !@$@s throw subliminals whether you know or not,

Youâ??re lucky if I throw a punch before I throw a shot
I donâ??t spit, I smutch, %#@!, get the â?¦ , my !@$@s used to pot pick ,
now they pickin the pot

My !@$@s still spot stick still sticking spots
Anytime my !@$@s think the clock will tiki-toks
Fall back and !@$@s need to get a spot

Iâ??m not bull%#@! Iâ??m trying to be biggest pac, watch

I rhyme â?¦ so plane, thatâ??s why I get it like a !@$@ in a dope game

Iâ??m tied to the â?¦ road chain, thatâ??s why I get it like a !@$@ in a
dope game X3

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