dopamine - slump madi lyrics
[intro: slump madi]
lately i just been— (huh)
lately i been— (yeah)
lately i been— (yeah, yeah)
[chorus: slump madi & 1300saint]
lately, i just been obsessed with the commas
lately, these n*ggas obsessed with the drama
better than me, put that sh*t on your mama
i’ll make a hit while i’m in my pajamas
i was f*cked up when i texted that ho
now, i’m sober, i don’t even want her
wow, she tryna f*ck up on my brother
it’s straight, as long as i don’t gotta love her
insane, the gas that i’m smokin’, it do gotta stank
she throwin’ thirteen up, but she not a saint
i’m ballin, these n*ggas can’t be in the paint
i’m swervin’, so n*ggas can’t be in my lane
i spent all my money on tickets, my n*gga, i think i’m addicted to high propane
she wanna come get her a ticket, my n*gga, she know i’m the real deal, black cobain (slatt, slatt)
[verse 1: 1300saint]
huh, this b*tch a sl*t, she gon’ do what i say (do what i say)
regular swag, b*tch, i’m cool every day (b*tch, i’m cool every day)
i’m poppin’ sh*t, f*ck what you gotta say (f*ck what you gotta say)
run up a bag like i run up a check (like a check)
| give her d*ck, got her runnin’ from that (stand on that)
f*ck up your spot, we gon’ run into that (we gon’ run)
i want my paper, i’m comin’ for that (slatt)
these n*ggas don’t know me
n*gga takin’ up sp*ce, n*ggas corny (slatt)
i count racks when i wake up in the mornin’
throw some racks on that b*tch, make her h*rny (slatt)
i’m so cool on that ho, not important
7.62 gon’ sting like a h*rnet (slatt)
know they whippin’, i rent it, i own it
her p*ssy pretty, put some vv’s on it
[verse 2: slump madi]
i ain’t got fear in a thing, but god
if you don’t believe me, just look at my clothes
essentials, i just gotta have it designer, i’m rockin’ the head to the toe
so, um, you still tryna go, huh
it’s really a yes or a no, huh
it’s really get rich or be broke, huh
i’m sellin’ it high, get it low, huh
[verse 3: 1300saint]
she fillin’ her nose with the snow, huh
i bossed up that b*tch she was broke, huh
ain’t goin’ out sad bout a ho, yeah
i just f*ck on her friend on the low, huh
n*gga, life been h*lla good, sh*t kosher, huh
she mad ’cause i don’t show emotion, huh
i’m arrogant, b*tch, don’t approach me, nah
a pistol on me, don’t approach me, nah
[verse 4: slump madi]
ayy, stop talkin’ to me like you know me
i told my twin, let it rip if they ho me
these n*ggas b*tches, i know they be phony
she got a cross, but i know she ain’t holy
you got some money, well, lil’ n*gga, show me, huh
you might get hit just for throwin’ me, huh
i’m paper stackin, it’s dopamine, huh
she not my wife, she just dopamine, huh
[chorus: slump madi]
lately, i just been obsessed with the commas
lately, these n*ggas obsessed with the drama
better than me, put that sh*t on your mama
i’ll make a hit while i’m in my pajamas
i was f*cked up when i texted that ho
now, i’m sober, i don’t even want her
wow, she tryna f*ck up on my brother
it’s straight, as long as i don’t gotta love her
insane, the gas that i’m smokin’, it do gotta stank
she throwin’ thirteen up, but she not a saint
i’m ballin, these n*ggas can’t be in the paint
i’m swervin’, so n*ggas can’t be in my lane
i spent all my money on tickets, my n*gga, i think i’m addicted to high propane
she wanna come get her a ticket, my n*gga, she know i’m the real deal, black cobain
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