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The Black Eyed Peas – DOPENESS (feat. CL)

DOPENESS

MASTERS OF THE SUN VOL.1
2018.10.26

will.i.am, apl.de.ap, Taboo, CL Lyrics: will.i.am, Taboo, Joshua “Mookie” Alvarez, apl.de.ap
Composer: will.i.am
Arranger: will.i.am

English
We live and direct
From that inner space outer space
Invading your space

Aye, yo baby, I’m super duper super dope, oh
I feel like I’m made of solid gold
Aye yo baby, I’m super duper super dope
I’m super baby, I’m super dope
I’m super baby, I’m super dope

I’m doper than a dope boy
Make a lotta dough call me doughboy
Rocking Yves Saint Laurent coat boy
Control the whole game remote boy (booyah!)

Motherfucker I’m a superstar
Shine so bright like a quasar
Stay on point like a laser
Willy got so much flavor (booyah!)

Wanna know about me goto wiki-wiki
I’mma time bomb bouta ticky ticky
Sent me on top onna tippy tippy
Only fly chickens, I’m picky picky

So ill I’m sicky sicky
Yeah, got the liquor you can sippy sippy
Me love you long time, no quicky quicky
Lotta girl on my dang dang diggy diggy

Aye, yo baby, I’m super duper super dope oh
I feel like I’m made of solid gold
Aye yo baby, I’m super duper super dope
I’m super baby, I’m super dope
I’m super baby, I’m super dope

I knock em out the box boy
I ain’t something you could stop boy (booyah!)
I’m on fire, yeah, I’m hot boy
And I’m that flavor that you’re not boy (booyah!)

I got em sweating like a fat man
I’m all up in your head like a cat scan
Delete ‘em and throw ‘em in the trash can
Attack ‘em with the boom-bap original rap man (booyah!)

I’m the cream of the crop boy
Supreme cause I’m sitting on top boy
I make it crack cause I rock, boy
Constant means that tab don’t stop boy (booyah!)

I kill the game and the coaches
Spray lead now they running like roaches
Dead prez now here come the vultures
Make bread cause I’m coming with that dope shit

Aye, yo baby I’m super duper super dope oh
I feel like I’m made of solid gold
Aye yo baby I’m super duper super dope

Drop the beat

Body blow, body blow hit the floor
Fight over ring the bell baby di-di-di-ding
T.K.O. comatose adios
Slow motion on you muddafuckah (booyah!)

Super man, super gun make em run
Shoot em down with the wicky wicky ba-ba-ba-bang
Automatic now ya body looking polkadotted
Blood splattered when I hit ya with the “booyah”

Whiplash get the cash get the ching ching
Get the gold get the jewels get the bli-bli-bli-bling
Get the money, get the cash get the dough
Ten hundred twenties baby get that (booyah!)

Dollar sign, dollar sign
On the brain, on the mental
Got money on my mah-mah-mah-mind
Make em stop, hammer time
Hustle time, keep on hustling

Aye, yo baby, I’m super duper super dope oh
I feel like I’m made of solid gold
Aye yo baby, I’m super duper super dope
I’m super baby, I’m super dope

I’m doper than the dope game
Making more money than the dope man
You see me double fisted holding champagne
Got turnt up till I had no brain

Motherfucker, Imma rockstar
In a G6 eatin’ up the caviar
Started from the bottom now I’m outta here
Started from the bottom now I’m outta here (booyah!)

I be on my hustle getting busy-busy
Tokyo to brussels got me dizzy dizzy
Travel round the world like where is she is she
All my girlfriends looking pretty, petty

I keep it 100, never 50 50
I keep it hip-hop never hippy hippy
I don’t luh da coco, no sniffy sniffy
I got soul cause Seoul is my city city

Aye, yo baby, I’m super duper super dope oh
I feel like I’m made of solid gold
Aye yo baby, I’m super duper super dope
I’m super baby, I’m super dope
I’m super baby, I’m super dope

Eng: genius
Info: genius

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