Dope For Sale versuri

Dope For Sale lyrics by Fenix Flexin, Bravo the Bagchaser

Verse 1: Fenix Flexin
I just met this bitch, she gon’ go fasho
When it come to getting money, I’m a pro fasho
Nigga talking ‘bout your bitch? She a ho fasho
I just cracked this fucking pint, then I poured a four
Nigga, what?
You broke as hell
I just wrapped them bitches up, I got dope for sale
? I’m blowing on, I got hoes for sale
If I get caught, she gon’ post my bail
I got bitches, I got dope too
I’m in Malliboo, I’m eating up at Noboo
This your bitch, boy, you let that ho control you
If I can’t get him,then I’m shooting who he close to

Verse 2: Bravo the Bagchaser
Damn, nigga, we ain’t the same
Got your whole whip on my chain
Oh that’s your bitch? She on gang
I play ? she throw brain
Play shit smart, bitch, I had to run it up
You only got a band, bitch, I got a hundred of them
We can’t associate, if you can’t go and run it up
I need a ratchet bitch, ratchet bitch to fuck it up

Verse 3: Fenix Flexin
Like damn, nigga, you don’t see this gwop on me?
Hella bands, yeah, a nigga got them nots on me
I just met this freaky bitch, she put that top on me
And shout out my nigga Bravo, he gon’ pop on him
Yeah, I’m popping,but a nigga really popping shit
When it come to getting dough, you do the oppisit
I hate to break it, but you niggas ain’t gon’ make it
All I do is keep it real so tell me why they faking?
If I can’t go and get it how I want it, I’ma take it
I’m that nigga sliding in a foreign, leave you faceless
I get bread like motherfucker, get head like a motherfucker
Fucking on your baby mama, nigga, I’m a motherfucker
Listen, stop, bitch, this some pimpin
I don’t wanna fuck if you ain’t ?

Verse 4: Bravo the Bagchaser
I don’t wanna fuck if you ain’t bring me my chilli
I keep a 45 ?
Calling your bitch, while she with me
Look, I don’t wanna hear it, so just listen
These diamonds on me, bitch, they glissin
Thanksgiving day, sold a whole chickenNiggas can’t hold they own, call for backup
Got a big chrome, It’ll make him back up
Bitch say that she know me, but she just a random

Verse 5:
All these bitches wanna fuck, ‘cause I got my racks up
Fenix Flexin
I got this big fat 4, nigga, acting like my ho, nigga
You don’t really know me, I’ma shoot him if he ohe me
Balling like I’m Kobe, I’ma fuck if she approach me
Yeah, I got them killers round me ?
Yeah, I keep that heater on me, fuck around, get ?
? nigga ?
? your bitch
? she can’t ?
? I be sliding with that six
This nigga brought a knife, so I shot him with the stick
Headshots, all headshots from that red dot
Fuck around with me, Fenix Flexin, let that lead pop
FNN bullets, knocking off a nigga dreadlocks
We gon’ shoot it out, fuck you thought? I ain’t gon’ headlock