Sören Von Malmborg - Dopeboy lyrics

I sell d** Do I look like Do I look like Do I look I sell d**? (3x) What it look like Ba** through the walls DJ spinning that feeling that song Excuse me can I get by here Place so packed can't move nowhere I'm a get something to drink, what you want? Can't hear what you saying homie, speak up What you need man, I got you though There's buzzing in my pocket let me check my phone Hold up, my n***as on the line they trying to get in But the bouncer won't let 'em, typical sh** What we always got to do with them type of dudes That was in a good mood now they f**ing my sh** Been through it before this ain't the first time, n***a Matter-fact you saw me last weekend, remember? I remember why because you did the same thing Made us stand for twenty minutes 'fore you let us in Does it really have to be a situation Before you let us in you gonna search my mates, you will You ain't never gonna find what you looking for Do' it really look like we some dope, boys? What it look like, what I look like, look like that How come they call me the dope boy then Must, must be something then tell me man Do I look like I sell d** (4x) Do I look like, do I look like, do I look (4x) Do I look like I sell d** Up in the club I'm trying to figure what's up With my 'cause everybody been trying to get on buzz Bottle in my hand I'm gon' leave it against the wall And my cell in the other receiving a lot of calls But I focus on the night so I don't pick up I'm loving the dope boys filling the tip cup Not a word is being said, not a verb, not a noun But let me decipher the code I find to get down You wouldn't believe it we write sh** like this Everything from thug n***as to rich white kids Up in the ground I ain't new to this, fool Little girls off to college doing this sh**, too For the white ones mummy take her clothes off Never did do blow and whipe her nose off It's real sat but it's real down town Even homeboys' sister offer to bow down And then the rest will make the part with the coka Over tiny cash five n***as with the rest we dough like The club is full of the hustlers stacking dollars Whose profit is celebrated all you gotta do is hollar like What it look like, what I look like, look like that How come they call me the dope boy then Must, must be something then tell me man