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Marlo – Good Dope Lyrics ft Gunna

Marlo – Good Dope Lyrics ft Gunna

Marlo – Good Dope Lyrics ft Gunna

Good Dope by Marlo ft Gunna

[Hook/Chorus – Marlo & Gunna]
Got a nigga stacking caps
I’m serving them bags, I run through ’em all dog
Fucking on your bitch when you call dog
You a bitch going through a bitch call log
And the Hi-Tech red, that’s real raw
Take a sip of that nigga, wash the pill down
He a gangster but a nigga still squeal now
Fuck boy tell me how you still real now
I can hit my lawyer, get ten pounds
Too late for you try to be real now
Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now
I pull up to the show Balmained down
Copycat try to have the same sound
Cooked up good dope, run the J’s out
Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth
Never cashing in, took the cash route

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[Verse 1 – Marlo]
And them sold out dates got a nigga back in they bag
You reach for the cash and I bust at your ass
And I was just sipping on Act
Got a bustdown cuban link choker, mink gotta match
Bitch say she wanna fuck me, no strings attached
And I was getting fresh just to work in the trap
When the trap came, nigga got work in the map
And don’t talk on phones, nigga working that tap

[Verse 2 – Gunna]
Niggas owe the mob, better pay they tab
Whole lot of money, gotta keep my strap
Tried to stop sipping syrup but a nigga relapsed
Banging my gang like a motherfucking frat
I don’t love a ho, I can never get attached
Gave your ass a loan and you better bring it back
Push up on your ho, she was looking like a snack
Niggas play tough ’til a nigga get whacked
All the coupes fast, nigga might as well drag
Hundred thousand cash in the Goyard bag
Pull up in your hood nigga, I don’t need a pass
All hundreds, got these fuck niggas mad
Robbed a lil nigga, ain’t have to use mags
Two-hundred twenty, nigga had to do the dash
Killing all you bullies, think you bad to the bad
Marlo counting Coogi with two hundred on the dash

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[Hook/Chorus – Marlo & Gunna]
Got a nigga stacking caps
I’m serving them bags, I run through ’em all dog
Fucking on your bitch when you call dog
You a bitch going through a bitch call log
And the Hi-Tech red, that’s real raw
Take a sip of that nigga, wash the pill down
He a gangster but a nigga still squeal now
Fuck boy tell me how you still real now
I can hit my lawyer, get ten pounds
Too late for you try to be real now
Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now
I pull up to the show Balmained down
Copycat try to have the same sound
Cooked up good dope, run the J’s out
Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth
Never cashing in, took the cash route

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