D.o.p.e. chords and lyrics - RICK ROSS

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[Dm]Everything dope,
everything dope
Everything dope,
everything [Am]dope
[Dm]Everything dope, everything dope
Everything [Am]dope
[Dm]Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
Run [Am]up get [Dm]murked
I got time on my wrist and
it's an Audemar
I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car

[Verse 2]
I got [Dm]rugs by the door,
Versace on the floor
Chest full of ink, pussy on the sink
My safe full of stones,
my phone's always on
When my eyes start to roll,
you know I'm in the zone
Rubber bands on the five,
r- rubber band on the ten
Gave a bitch all the dubs,
hundred grand on the Benz
[Am]Got a trun[Dm]k full of dope,
plug on the coke
Renzel done came up,
prosecutors want to know
Is everything dope? Is everything dope?
How does everything go?
And why does every body
[Am]know?[Dm]
How does every body know?

[Verse 3]
Why does every body know?
[Dm]Everything dope, everything dope
Everything dope,
everything [Am]dope
[Dm]Everything dope,
everything [Am]dope
[Dm]Everything [Am]dope
[Dm]Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
Run [Am]up get [Dm]murked
I got time on my wrist and
it's an Audemar
I just spent ten bricks on
a foreign [Am]car
[Dm]

[Verse 4]
[Dm]Pinky ring got dope on it
Sipping lean keep dope on [Am]me
[Dm]Switching lanes like them folks on me
Twenty chains got dope on me
VVS's that's dope on me
Fell in love with the dope
[Am]angle[Dm]
Pyrex, good perc in it
Minute Maid put syrup in it
Got a mermaid dripping Hermes
Popping pills in [Am]the early
Her [Dm]head game so geeked up
I'm making money got me Geechi
My rolex so Geechi
[Am]Presidentials so Geechi
[Dm]See my whips they Geechi
Roll up Back's they Geechi
Racks on racks they Geechi
And my whole [Am]hood [Dm]Geechi
Let's get intoxicated,
oh let's get intoxicated
Niggas they mad we made it
Look at them niggas they
mad we made it

[Verse 5]
Everything [Dm]dope,
everything [Am]dope
[Dm]Everything dope, everything [Am]dope
[Dm]Everything dope, everything dope
Everything [Am]dope
[Dm]Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
Run [Am]up get [Dm]murked
I got time on my wrist and
it's an Audemar
I just spent ten bricks on
a foreign car

[Verse 6]
Fed's at the door, I [Dm]done flushed all the dope
I done run out the back,
breakfast on the stove
[Am]I'm a ain'[Dm]t shit nigga,
fucking the same bitch nigga
[Am]Only one s[Dm]mall difference,
I'm a straight rich nig[Am]ga
We bury [Dm]money in the fields
Mansions in the hill
Strippers at the crib, this is how I [Am]live
[Dm]Always wanna smoke, always on the go
They always on my page,
waiting for the next [Am]post
[Dm]Feds wanna know, they just wanna know
Is it really dope? Is it really dope?
All [Am]this shit [Dm]can't be his,
this can't be real
Shawty ass so fine,

[Verse 7]
that can't be real
[Dm]Everything dope, everything dope
Everything dope,
everything [Am]dope
[Dm]Everything dope, everything dope
Everything [Am]dope
[Dm]Bag full of percs, cup full of syrup
Run [Am]up get [Dm]murked
I got time on my wrist and
it's an Audemar
I just spent ten bricks on a foreign

[Outro 1]
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