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• Artiste: Hoodrich Pablo Juan
• Titre: Dope Man
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Walked inside the club with a twenty worth of twenties Your bitch don't want no scrub, she want a nigga getting money I call up the youngins, they coming and gunning I'm selling the grams, I'm through with the fronting The AK with the banana, go monkey Still in the hood, got the trap bunking Dope man, dope man, dope man, dope man Dope man, dope man, dope man, dope man Dope man, dope man, dope man, dope man Dope man, dope man Bitch, you know I'm the dope man What the fuck you need? I'm having that I got the weed for the cataract Pure dope junkies having a heart attack [?] the hundred, borrow eighteen with a bat I fuck with my niggas that keep the strap I go to Philly, fly the Eagles back I set up a mouse trap for a rat Where I'm from, nigga, no, we ain't having that Real trap nigga, serve out the Louis bag Used to trap on the corner, we through with that We got spots in apartments in the back Whip it up like the [?] shoot it up in a duffel bag Thinking about robbing, where they do that at? I keep a young nigga with me, riding with the MAC Rappers talking about dope, but ain't never trapped Get you a brick, you don't know what to do with that Walked inside the club with a twenty worth of twenties Your bitch don't want no scrub, she want a nigga getting money I call up the youngins, they coming and gunning I'm selling the grams, I'm through with the fronting The AK with the banana, go monkey Still in the hood, got the trap bunking Dope man, dope man, dope man, dope man Dope man, dope man, dope man, dope man Dope man, dope man, dope man, dope man Dope man, dope man Bitch, you know I'm the dope man Molly Santan, bitch, I'm the dope man I need the [?] straight from the Mexicans I need a hundred bands, nothing less that that OG, I'm a veteran The pharmacist's serving the medicine I meet with the plug, I got proper etiquette Bitch, I'm the plug, them [?] is irrelevant I like the green, call it spinach celery I'm having what you want, no telling I'm selling it Christian Louboutins, I dress like the reverend Dope man, got my trap in the [?] Dope man, paid first in the [?] Dope man, [?] Dope man, what the fuck is you telling me? If you ain't talking about money, get the fuck around If we don't know you, we ain't selling shit Walked inside the club with a twenty worth of twenties Your bitch don't want no scrub, she want a nigga getting money I call up the youngins, they coming and gunning I'm selling the grams, I'm through with the fronting The AK with the banana, go monkey Still in the hood, got the trap bunking Dope man, dope man, dope man, dope man Dope man, dope man, dope man, dope man Dope man, dope man, dope man, dope man Dope man, dope man Bitch, you know I'm the dope man