T.I. ft. Marsha Ambrosius – Dope Lyrics

(Intro – Aaliyah)
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
I feel like I’m on dope
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
Boy you really get me high
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
There now hold me close
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
Ok, Boy you really get me high
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
Yeah, yeah, I feel like I’m on dope
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
Uh, alright, Boy you really get me high
Aye, aye, yeah
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
There now hold me close

(Verse 1 – T.I.)
Anonymous bending corners with burners on us
Come and ride with me
Berkin duffle a hundred thousand in it
Aye, ni**a, roll up
Anyway, Dusse mixed with lemonade
Feeling good like I’m dealing ye
Moving ten a day
Time limit never
Could do this s**t forever
Can’t even put it in words, how I am in love with her
From slinging work on the curb, hustling drugs with her
The jet ride 50 million, a wonderful feeling
S**t, I’m high as a motherf**ker
Don’t ask me s**t, make me lie to you motherf**ker
Man truth is for real, feel like Dre and Pharrell
Mixed with Eric B. and Rakim, shawty hell on the scale
And still the game enticing me, like every time I see her
They like to pop a seal, high enough to see Aaliyah
For real, and man, I know how to chill
You don’t know how good it make a ni**a feel

(Chorus – Marsha Ambrosius)
I’m coming down
High as a motherf**ker
High as a motherf**ker
Boy really you get me high
High as a motherf**ker
High as a motherf**ker

(Verse 2 – T.I.)
This winter s**t got me high as a bi**h
Dripping sauce kicking flavor, super fly with the s**t
Don’t need a gram to get laid, an ounce to get paid
G Kush to roll up, a drink to pour up
Anyone know us, they know trap s**t in our DNA
Numbers on a need to know basis, this ain’t no Q&A
I promised Dre that I would put the game on lock
And ain’t no taking that s**t back, put it on everything I got
God damn
Aventador, hopping out a Lamb
In residential areas flying, I’m getting out of
Ma’am tell your son he better watch it, cause we roll
And disrespect is not an option in my neighborhood
So watch how you talking to me
Even if we know you hating, then that is all it can be
Cause if call in all the ni**as indebted to me
Find you ass OD’d
Dead ass can be

(Repeat Chorus)

(Bridge – T.I.)
Ok, counting, watching, call it that old thing
Blowing gasoline to put my hat on lean
Where I stay all they say is F**k Trump, all day
Two or three pistol with me
She brought an O of kush, and a six pack
Okay, well, I’m about to roll it up and hit that
Now I’mma make her wipe me down like a wet sink
Ride it like a jet ski, pass it to the next bi**h
Aye

(Outro – T.I.)
I’m telling you, man
Yeah can get high all month
I mean the got me blowed, man
I swear..haha!
Dre! Where you get this s**t, man?
Yeah, from the westside only, man
You know, I swear to God man
I ain’t known a bad day in so long
You know, thank God
Aye man, life ain’t, life ain’t like this for you, man?
I swear to God, you should pray more
Yeah, bankrolls on bankrolls, man, you dig?
Aaliyah, we miss you
Yeah, oh, alright
Yeah, yeah, well that’s swell
Well that’s swell, uh

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