Verse Simmonds - Dope Love (The Spot Soundtrack) lyrics

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Verse Simmonds - Dope Love (The Spot Soundtrack) lyrics

[Intro/Verse 1: Gucci mane] Huh, huh, huh I said I don't give a damn I wouldn't give a damn Professional, I'm professional No petitionin' No tint on there You can look in here, my b**h just changed her hair It was black, then she switched it blonde I think she the one Yellow Forigis same color of her panties, but she don't have them on Mary Jane, we got a strong bond, but I love dope Submarine full of clean ones, it's the love boat Yo husband, he had a good run, but he back broke He was a worker, anyway, I worked him 'til his back broke And I sell the dope so fast, my bad my bad my bad So many bags of gas, it [?] [Chorus: Gucci Mane & Verse Simmonds] I don't give a damn 'bout them other hoes I need a trap girl who can work a stove I need a b**h to bring 'em in rain, sleet, or snow A baby chopper in her purse and a brick of dope She took the charge for a n***a, shawty never told I love the girl more than a junkie love dope We got that dope love That dope love, dope love Dope, dope, dope love That dope love, dope love [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I don't give a damn 'bout them other hoes I don't want to keep it secret no mo' I'll take you anywhere you want, where you wanna go? I'll drive to you in a blizzard, middle of the snow I just wanna keep it real, keep you super cold I'm just a black young n***a, mouth full of gold I got a half a pound of purp if you wanna smoke If the sh** don't work, I'mma let you go [Verse 3: PeeWee Longway] I got dope love Dope dick when I bust her up I got big dough, big bank won't fold up Talkin' big 'dro, OG gas in my pantry, girl I'mma hit her on the stove, water whip You want that Benz car? She my dope lover On the doors cuffed up, we poured up like Young Thugga She silent as a [?] [?] You f**boys We got that dope love [Chorus: Gucci Mane & Verse Simmonds] I don't give a damn 'bout them other hoes I need a trap girl who can work a stove I need a b**h to bring 'em in rain, sleet, or snow A baby chopper in her purse and a brick of dope She took the charge for a n***a, shawty never told I love the girl more than a junkie love dope We got that dope love That dope love, dope love Dope, dope, dope love That dope love, dope love

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