Dope Tyga (Ft. Rick Ross)

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[Intro]
I can feel it

[Verse 1: Tyga]
T-Rawws rock my own kick game
8 figure deal figure how I'm courtside at clip game
Still pop ace king shit, I'm with Rozay
Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ
OK the day you beating me bitch no day
Bandz a make her dance that's thousand dollar foreplay
AK get a full clip not a soundwave
You kissed her in her mouth, ask her how my dick taste
Bitch, nigga you don't want no drama, I'm worth a couple commas
It's death before dishonor
Last King come sign up, all my shit be designer
Extraordinary rhymer I bodied yo' shit for nothin'
Wes, west up, hot temper
Get wet up she give me head not neck up
She clean the mess up
One false move death from gesture
Cash in the safe nigga I don't feel no pressure

[Chorus: Tyga]
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dope
(All) all my shit dope
'Cause it's 187 how I killing these hoes
(All) all my shit dope
(All) all my shit dope
'Cause it's 187 how I killing these hoes