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Harry Potter D.o.p.e. Lyrics - Fuck Da City Up - T.i.

(Go) Bricks stacked up in a high pile 

G-4 flying, No Sky-miles 

Get it, whip it, give it to whoever in the city 

Hard, Soft, Girl, Boy Decisions, Decisions 

All I can do is in-vision all this dough I been gettin' 

And just a day back a quarter key was the mission 

And now I'm weighing fish scale on a big scale 

Hopin' I can invade the law and stay outta jail 

 

My relative gave me work, I made it disappear 

Like Harry Potter got that chopper in the window seal 

My cousin wanna a brick 

Listen here you better bring my money back quick 

And he replied like this 

 

T: Man, I can't even fit this money in a rubberband 

Right hand get tied I just whip it wit my other hand 

 

If I can't make that brick Bitch I bet my brother can 

Off in my trap junkies bitin' like piranha man 

Y: And if they ask we got the whip game proper 

If the brick game droppa 

 

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Make 'em disappear we just call it Harry Potter 

Got the whip game proper 

My clique aim choppers 

Make 'em disappear we just call it Harry Potter, man 

(Flya) Straight drop, got Jays playing Sideline Telvin 

Young boys got them racks in the sideline clutchin' 

G's on ya head now you a fan of the packers 

We stiffer than a statue, We seprano style???? 

Phone ringing, Its about to have a ticket calling 

Get off of work, we all gone be joined in pimpin' ballin' 

Yeah, cause I'mma whip it til it lock 

Set it out???? and to???? to the block 

I'm motivated by big faces, I need guack 

My only friends is God Almighty and snake cock 

Some of my niggas hustlin' and the other got knocked 

Many quit the game and the other was in the box FLYA 

UGH You try me you disappear, we call it Harry Potter 

Just gotta ho, I tell her come sit on this Terry Carter 

I get my bitches like a bird I'm for the swan though 

And I be fresh everyday, Bitch I'm non-spoke 

I mix the coke with the water like I'm chemist 

I'm smoking until I'm finished 

I'm focused and independent 

You locals is my apprentice 

Ugh, A lot of haters want my campaign to end 

I fucked a nigga bitch and I champagned her friend 

And I just acquired another a fan, Im truly swag 

If yo boyfriend get wrong, I'mma shoot his ass 

I'mma young boss playa, make a thick game holla 

If this rap shit fall, I got my whip game proper, Spodee 

(Yeah) Black magic for you whack faggots 

Y'all niggas trash and its tragic 

Look, I got what you lacking, I'm full blood attacking 

With all this money I'm stacking, I'm on another track and 

If you ready for me, I'mma get it cracking 

I'mma send ya ass packing 

Jamaican Magician 

I got the power! Y'all keep wishing 

Fuck with me wrong and I leave ya missing 

Forgive me Jah for I am sinning 

Undefeated and I'mma keep winning 

Some much money like I won the lotto 

Keep it just in case like rocko 

The greatest artist, they should call me Picasso 

Make you disappear like Harry Potter cause I always keep my auto 

My fist will leave you red and my Glock will leave you dead 

No choice but to follow 

I'm all about my bread, and I ain't frontin' I meant what I said 

No I wasn't playing, Y'all killed Dolla so I dont care who I'm slaying 

You can keep hatin' while I'm Bill Gatin' 

Hope you understand what I'm saying 

You gotta whip it with ya shoulda if you tryna get that rover 

But that photo panamera probably be a lil' collet, yeah 

The trap hop, skip, jumpin' 

Gas, no air, I got my ma fuckers pumpin' 

Bricks, no rocks that's the ma fucking fuck shit 

And if you try to rob I make ya head do the???? 

Finger licking delicious, check it lil' nigga got brickes 

6 like???? for niggas???? 

I rock the leather coat like a ma fucking Italian 

Dookie Gold Rope like the ma fucking medallion 

Bird flappin' It's the home of the falcons 

They got me in the middle of the trap like Malcolm 

Whip transforming like the yellow camaro 

Blockin' the skellos smokin the rellos 

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