Freddie Gibbs - My Dope House (Lyrics)

[Verse 1:]

My dope house, my dope house, yeah, trappin' out my dope house

Eat, sleep in the dope house, quarter key worth of dope now

Chillin' in my dope house, my dope house

N*ggas stickin' up the dope house

None this sh*t in my dope house

Porsche stained when I roll out

I show 'em love but I love my money even more

Disrespect, don't pay me? You gots to go

(?) ship in them loads

Disrespect and play me? You gots to go

(?) faith in my n*ggas, Diego that's my n*gga

And we kill for him and if a n*gga try to kill him and I'mma die with him

Cause Freddie keep a .45 with him

ARs in the back and 9s with me

From the dudes like a 3 or 4 (?)

Clean out the shoes (?) this

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Those fufu boys? We air 'em, coroner's gone stretch 'em out

Popo and detectives gone be worryin' bout my whereabouts

Those fufu boys? We air 'em, coroner's gone stretch 'em out

Popo and detectives gone be worryin' bout my whereabouts

Don't f*ck with me, stay in your lane

Thug everyday and never change, man

And if I see another day

I wake back up and do the same thing

Don't f*ck with me, stay in your lane

Thug everyday and never change, man

And if I see another day

I wake back up and do the same thang

[Verse 2:]

My dope house, my dope house

Straight bl*w at the dope house

Popo at the dope house, snitch n*gga must have told about it

Down for a kidnap, for a kidnap

Real n*gga, we done did that

At the crib with your motherf*ckin' mama

And your kids, know where everybody did that

Everybody keep quiet

Everybody on the floor

Everbody gone see

B*tch I'm from the east side

Where everybody sell dope and everybody got heat

(?) motherf*ckers (?) all day

Hundred murders in a week

Boys got (?) in the project hallway

Ain't nobody gone speak

N*ggas mommas gonna week

I put your face on a sh*rt and get out of town

(?) weed and a worry and I rolled it down

That Ruger hide on my head and (?) got 30 rounds

I keep my hand on a chopper n*gga

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