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lirik lagu good dope – marlo

[chorus: marlo & gunna]
got a n-gga stackin’ caps
i’m servin’ them bags, i run through ’em all dog
f-ckin’ on your b-tch when you call dog
you a b-tch goin’ through a b-tch call log
and the hi-tech red, that’s real raw
take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down
he a gangster but a n-gga still squeal now
f-ck boy tell me how you still real now
i can hit marlo, get ten pounds
too late for you try to be real now
soup truck coupe, switch lanes now
i pull up to the show balmained down
copycat try to have the same sound
cooked up good dope, run the j’s out
pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth
never cashin’ in, took the cash route

[verse 1: marlo]
and them sold out dates got a n-gga back in they bag
you reach for the cash and i bust at your -ss
and i was just sippin’ on act
got a bustdown cuban link choker, mink gotta match
b-tch say she wanna f-ck me, no strings attached
and i was gettin’ fresh just to work in the trap
when the trap came, n-gga got work in the map
and don’t talk on phones, n-gga workin’ that tap

[verse 2: gunna]
n-ggas owe the mob, better pay they tab
whole lot of money, gotta keep my strap
tried to stop sippin’ syrup but a n-gga relapsed
bangin’ my gang like a motherf-ckin’ frat
i don’t love a ho, i can never get attached
gave your -ss a loan and you better bring it back
push up on your ho, she was lookin’ like a snack
n-ggas play tough ’til a n-gga get whacked
all the coupes fast, n-gga might as well drag
hundred thousand cash in the goyard bag
pull up in your hood n-gga, i don’t need a p-ss
all blue hundreds, got these f-ck n-ggas mad
robbed a lil n-gga, ain’t have to use mags
two-hundred twenty, n-gga had to do the dash
k!llin’ all you bullies, think you bad to the bad
marlo countin’ coogi with two hundred on the dash

- marlo

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