Subliminal, know I'm talkin' bout
It's goin' down
Sweet Jones, look Valentine
You play, know I'm talkin' bout
My car candy coated
Never voted
After age 17 to the game I was quoted
Got a whole foreign street in my flyin' spurs
My neck frozen fire,
work my coat and shoes make fur
Y'all nukes ain't no pit bulls
You're curved-eyed
I'm Sweet Jones,
then you ain't what this * about About
his Pimpsy and the princess of the side
Chunkin' it up for that Texas,
lettin' them see them blades chop,
chop
I got a dude,
he's a flyer,
some new streets Down on the corner,
got the block full of heat
Lookin' for a girl that don't run her mouth She ain't a home,
all over town
He can call me baby,
he can call me his boo But he call me dope girl,
cause I got that ooh
Never in store runnin' when they hear the dope girl comin' in
They can't control it,
troll it,
troll it I got that crack and they want it,
want it,
want it
Why you askin' who I be?
I be a dope girl, that's why they want me
Got these fiends,
yeah they runnin',
runnin',
runnin' I got that crack and they want it,
want it,
want it
Why you askin' who I be?
I be a dope girl, I got those fiends
I got that ice cream,
that's what they say Got the boys runnin' till they all fall in
Drive them wild,
make them crazy Got them strong,
want me to be they baby
Yeah,
I keep them satisfied That's sweet as bottom chicken,
yeah he's on the ride
Never in store runnin' when they hear the dope girl comin' in
They can't control it,
troll it,
troll it I got that crack and they want it,
want it,
want it
Why you askin' who I be?
I be a dope girl, that's why they want me
Got these fiends,
yeah they runnin',
runnin',
runnin'
I got that crack and they want it,
want it,
want it
I make my records for them boys with the golds in them eyes
The girls on parole with them O's in their highs
With the hard in the glass, a glass of sauce
Spent my last 15 years representin' for the South
I'm a OG rock baller,
20 chopped crawler Young girl bout to choose a pimp,
man ain't no need to stall her
I risked it all on I-10,
put my life on the line Now young pimp is
blowin' platinum with Miss Brooke Valentine
A nine,
but you won't phone me A nine,
but you think you're me
You already know who I be I might broke and y'all like dope things
You know they can't control it,
troll it,
troll it I got that crack and they want it,
want it,
want it Why you askin'
who I be?
I be a dope girl,
that's why they want me Got these fiends,
yeah they runnin',
runnin',
runnin' I got that crack and they want it,
want it,
want it Why you askin' who I be?
I be a dope girl, y'all like dope things