Dopeman's B
J. Stalin, The Jacka, Ampichino
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This shit is outstanding we lamping we On top of the world 30 in my sandwich vampin' with A drug dealer's girl Came from the Atlantic got a clam If I pay for pearl Fucking with the J goddamn I'm On a wave right now Metal in my jeans getting paid Is all I think about Hate my enemies you decease if You link with them Fly but if you get a nigga Time we'll never speak again Pigs read our rhymes so I never Use a pen in here The Mob like Quentin ain't nothing But men in here Slick G and Jam Time, I remember them Lil' Man and Bub, I remember them Gov and young Khan, I remember them Head from a kingpin wife because I love the life She only fucking with him cause He buying everything she like Never love a bitch nigga make A bitch sell sex stryie full of ice Small sprite full of Qualitest Me with you won't ever make sense You ain't nothing but the dopeman's bitch Come around like you wanna live this It's my dream, you a kingpin bitch You ain't nothing but the dopeman's bitch You ain't nothing but the dopeman's bitch You ain't nothing but the dopeman's bitch Me and you, that'll never make sense You ain't never been shit But the dopeman's bitch Pull up in the foreign That's a dopeman's whip Turn half to a whole That's a dopeman's brick Sold dope, your bitch on my dick I'd rather push coke You wanna play with her tit's Ain't that a bitch You wonder why you fall off Every night you in the hotel Room pulling you're draws off I'm in the kitchen with a sawed off Coke get hauled off U hauls come from Utah we ballin' Like the splash brothers I got goons that tell me when the task Come they just shoot and don't ask nothin' 1st rule: never trust a hoe I'm already getting bread, what The f*ck I gotta f*ck her for? You niggas Uncomfortable when you f*ck with hoes She only f*ck with d-boys That be pumping blow Hold me down, never question my loyalty Bagging up coke Have it turn me back to the old me Who can f*ck you better hit the g spot Have you when I showed you how to cut a rock Bitch quit playin' I'll pick you Up on the bus stop Dope boy shit, I'll never trust a punk ho Back and forth cross the Bridge back to Frisco Nigga, we be moving pure snow That's what all these hoes wanna know 'Are all these cars really yours Are they rented bro?' 'Yes all these cars are really ours They ain't rented hoe' Only thing, the only thing you good for Is putting dick up in your throat Now bounce your ass like the Now bounce your ass like the
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