D.o.p.e. Lyrics - Black Market - Rick Ross

Everything dope, everything dope 

Everything dope, everything dope 

Everything dope, everything dope 

Everything dope 

Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup 

Run up get murked 

I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar 

I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car 

I got rugs by the dope, Versace on the floor 

Chest full of ink, pussy on the sink 

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My safe full of stones, my phone's always on 

When my eyes start to roll, you know I'm in the zone 

Rubber bands on the five, r-rubber band on the ten 

Gave a bitch all the dubs, hundred grand on the Benz 

Got a truck full of dope, plug on the coke 

Renzel done came up, prosecutors want to know 

Is everything dope? Is everything dope? 

How does everything go? 

And why does every body know? 

How does every body know? 

Why does every body know? 

Everything dope, everything dope 

Everything dope, everything dope 

Everything dope, everything dope 

Everything dope 

Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup 

Run up get murked 

I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar 

I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car 

Pinky ring got dope on it 

Sipping lean keep dope on me 

Switching lanes like them folks on me 

Twenty chains got dope on me 

VVS's that's dope on me 

Fell in love with the dope angle 

Pyrex got good work in it 

Minute Maid put syrup in it 

Got a mermaid dripping Hermes 

Popping pills in the early 

Her head game so geeked up 

I'm making money got me Geechi 

My rolex on Geechi 

Presidentials on Geechi 

See my whips they Geechi 

Roll up Back's they Geechi 

Racks on racks they Geechi 

And my whole hood Geechi 

Let's get intoxicated, oh let's get intoxicated 

Niggas are mad we made it 

Look at them niggas they mad we made it 

Everything dope, everything dope 

Everything dope, everything dope 

Everything dope, everything dope 

Everything dope 

Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup 

Run up get murked 

I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar 

I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car 

Fed's at the door, I done flushed all the dope 

I done run out the back, breakfast on the stove 

I'm a ancient nigga, fucking the same bitch nigga 

Only one small difference, I'm a straight rich nigga 

We bury money in the fields 

Mansions in the hill 

Strippers at the crib, this how I live 

Always wanna smoke, always on the go 

They always on my page, waiting for the next post 

Feds wanna know, they just wanna know 

Is it really dope? Is it really dope? 

All this shit can't be his, this can't be real 

Shawty ass so fine that can't be real 

Everything dope, everything dope 

Everything dope, everything dope 

Everything dope, everything dope 

Everything dope 

Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup 

Run up get murked 

I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar 

I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car 

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