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killer mike - son of the dope man كلمات أغنية

[intro]
count that money, man
count that f_ckin’ money, man
more fire, more fire, more fire (my mother)
more fire, more fire, more fire
more fire, more fire, more fire (keep it burnin’)
more fire, more fire, more fire ([?], yeah)

[chorus]
i’m the son of the dope man, the dope man (bro)
my daddy sold motherf_ckin’ cocaine (bro)
my momma cooked blow man, blow man
my momma cooked motherf_ckin’ cocaine (my mother)
i’m the son of the dopе man, the dope man (bro)
my daddy sold motherf_ckin’ cocainе (bro)
my momma cooked blow man, blow man
my momma cooked motherf_ckin’ cocaine (my mother)

[verse 1]
atlanta, georgia, sl!ck talker
enough gang to get it in their lane
speak southern slang, arrogant like a new yorker
g’d up like a cali n_gga
been slinging dope since sl!ck rick [?], n_gga
since freeway rick lock cali, n_gga
since fat steve jones’ lock ballin’ home, i was on
in high school bookin’ n_ggas up with the zone
dumb motherf_ckers got shorted seven grams
country boys ’bout oz’s full of grand
my trunk full of contraband, all in the spare tire
i’m a live wire, f_ck any snitch wearing wires
a thousand deaths to any rat snitch testifier
b_tch n_ggas get caught and get to tellin’
real n_ggas do their time, get out and keep sellin’
is you a f_g or felon?
[chorus]
i’m the son of the dope man, the dope man
my daddy sold motherf_ckin’ cocaine
my momma cooked blow man, blow man
my momma cooked motherf_ckin’ cocaine
i’m the son of the dope man, the dope man
my daddy sold motherf_ckin’ cocaine
my momma cooked blow man, blow man
my momma cooked motherf_ckin’ cocaine

[verse 2]
my city ain’t seen good crack since we lost charles black
twenty deep we hustle under streetlight
i’m a 21st century terry white
serve dope and music like bigd and tight
served the world kilo, get my pockets tight
my powder white, my gat all black
leak red out your head if you try and jack
i’m observing n_ggas working just breaking their trap
ten deep in two suburbans, we taking their trap
this is true to form, fella, not poor mall rap
like the neighborhood freak, my guy that’d get you the claps
left dead in the chevy with your brain in your lap
i was corner breaking when reagan had this sh_t on lock
when the miami boys shot it out with the cops
then the [?] boys came through with the k’s
left them boys from mia straight mia
[chorus]
i’m the son of the dope man, the dope man
my daddy sold motherf_ckin’ cocaine
my momma cooked blow man, blow man
my momma cooked motherf_ckin’ cocaine
i’m the son of the dope man, the dope man
my daddy sold motherf_ckin’ cocaine
my momma cooked blow man, blow man
my momma cooked motherf_ckin’ cocaine

[outro]
(trash)

- killer mike

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