Dope Dealer
• Written by Steven
Steven's Notes
Dope Dealer is a metaphor to a person who "distributes" lines in the form of rap music.
[Verse 1]
My game face, like it's poker time
Come get a taste, of the these coca lines
Go in hard, I'm stoned for real
On point, I hone my skills
To get dat dough
Now I'm showin' off, got a sick ass flow
Nigga I ain't fuckin' wit no riff raff hoes
Three bad bitches in a row like tic tac toe
And my bitch bad yo
I do what the fuck I waaaant
Screw up the cup, I'm on
Blew up the club i'm gone
That magic, that vanish
My flow is outlandish
The dopest on the planet
I'm colder, i'm hotter
Bipolar, I'm manic
You thirsty, you famished
My gun always in range
I run the fucking gamut
[Verse 2]
Hoe I'm dope and I hope you done heard of me
I keep killin', I can't stop the murdering
They keep stealin', they can't stop the burglary
Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree
Man these bitches got unhealthy kitchens
All these hoes copying Chelsea Kitchin
Can't they come up wit they own shit
They can wipe my ass 'cause i own shit
Do this shit on all my own, bitch
With your girl I call her my dome bitch
"Stop poppin' that pussy" is what I tell her
And she won't quit
When the ak sprays like the KKK
Comin' at your heads, that's JFK
I pearl harbored the beat
I abraham lincolned the beat
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Steven
Member since November 6 2013