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thrill - dopeboy dq lyrics

[intro]
yo, yo

[chorus]
when’s the last time you been on a drill?
when’s the last time you made sh*t spill?
tryna hop out the car leave a opp n*gga filled
stay on point ’cause sh*ts gettin’ real
she wanna f*ck with the guys for the thrill
i don’t trust no ho ’cause i’m really in field
all that pain that i got, they don’t feel
free the guys tryna fight with appeals

[verse 1]
when last did you hop in a whip?
makin’ excuses ’cause you really b*tch
lost my bro and my finger been itch
clean out your whole block like a dish
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout me like some fish
probably shot ’em or f*cked his b*tch
i ain’t worried ’bout them, got my grip
and n*ggas get pitched when they droppin’ the fifth
word to bro, i do this for him
knuckle up with a opp in the bin
i was fifteen with a revy on hip
used to love how that lil’ b*tch spin
now we got ggs in the crib
thirty bop with a switch, it’s grim
gen 5, blacked out and it’s slim
aim for his locs, give him more than a trim
[chorus]
when’s the last time you been on a drill?
when’s the last time you made sh*t spill?
tryna hop out the car leave a opp n*gga filled
stay on point ’cause sh*ts gettin’ real
she wanna f*ck with the guys for the thrill
i don’t trust no ho ’cause i’m really in field
all that pain that i got, they don’t feel
free the guys tryna fight with appeals

[verse 2]
free the guys, man, i miss them a lot
all these conditions got me goin’ got
bro said “put your trust in allah”
and watch out for slimy n*ggas tryna plot
tryna buck me a dc yute
tryna leave him in icu
you beat once then i beat too
let off like nine plus two at you
when’s the last time you played your block
post up with a glizzy on cotch
and you don’t give a f*ck ’bout the cops
all you wanna do is catch a notch
let it off, everythin’ get boshed
bloodshed, beef ain’t gettin’ squashed
street life, what is the cost
lotta lessons we learned from a loss
[chorus]
when’s the last time you been on a drill?
when’s the last time you made sh*t spill?
tryna hop out the car leave a opp n*gga filled
stay on point ’cause sh*ts gettin’ real
she wanna f*ck with the guys for the thrill
i don’t trust no ho ’cause i’m really in field
all that pain that i got, they don’t feel
free the guys tryna fight with appeals

- dopeboy dq lyrics

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