Mike Floss - Dopeboy Dreaming lyrics

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Mike Floss - Dopeboy Dreaming lyrics

[Verse 1: Mike Floss] Cake batter by the case, taste test, take Swing Batter, Batter home base Home free, Freebase, Madame CJ Creamy Crack, briefcase, cremate Remix, remake, flip, key, weight, scale Whip, cool, tool, Pyrex Pie, broil, bake, context Foil, face, process, concept Combat, con-man unconscious an accomplice fooled A contest, riding in a Regal in a dime piece mood Got to be illegal how your hind parts move The time resumes, the bezel on the wrist let the time piece groove (Run It) Trapping I love it I keep it 100 Dre got a billion I just got a bucket Tennessee thugging no budget its nothing Tennessee rugged it’s busting [Chorus: Mike Floss] Dopeboy Dreaming! Grew up in the 90s, Grew up in the 90s Dopeboy Dreaming! Grew up in the 90s, Grew up in the 90s Dopeboy Dreaming! Grew up in the 90s, Grew up in the 90s Dopeboy Dreaming! Grew up in the 90s, Grew up in the 90s [Bridge: Mike Floss] 12 years a slave whipping like a drug lord From a boat to a yacht to Barack door Chop chop chop chop, what you war for? They ain't stop making guns when they made yours 12 years a slave whipping like a drug lord From a boat to a yacht to Barack door Chop chop chop chop, what you war for? They ain't stop making guns when they made yours That Caprice with the SS Mike Floss with the SS Don't believe in a d**h threat Tennessee that's the best bet That Caprice with the SS Mike Floss with the SS Don't believe in a d**h threat Tennessee that's the best bet [Chorus: Mike Floss] [Verse 2: Mike Floss] Can I sell keys for a living? With some gold teeth and a pendant? And a backseat full of women? Get it? VSOP right with it, Emmett 'Til I get a grip on reality It got to be anatomy 'cus naturally I'm grabbing on the patterns we adapted from a tragedy. I admit it Young n***a moving that dope Young n***a hang from a rope Young n***a never go broke So young n***a do what you know, blow, I know how it go Duffle bag in a box Chevy Big bu*t with the top heavy In a truck calling up Petty Tennessee trill and you're not ready [Chorus: Mike Floss]