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the jacka & ampichino - dopeman's b lyrics
[verse 1: the jacka]
this sh-t 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
f-cking with the j godd-mn 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 n-gga 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
sl!ck 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 f-cking with him cause he buying everything she like
never love a b-tch n-gga make a b-tch sell s-x
stryie full of ice, small sprite full of qualitest
[hook: the jacka]
me with you won’t ever make sense
you ain’t nothing but the dopeman’s b-tch
come around like you wanna live this
it’s my dream, you a kingpin b-tch
you ain’t nothing but the dopeman’s b-tch
you ain’t nothing but the dopeman’s b-tch
you ain’t nothing but the dopeman’s b-tch
[verse 2: ampichino]
me and you, that’ll never make sense
you ain’t never been sh-t, but the dopeman’s b-tch
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 b-tch on my d-ck
i’d rather push c0ke, you wanna play with her t-ts
ain’t that a b-tch, 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, c0ke 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 n-ggas, uncomfortable when you
f-ck with hoes, she only f-ck with d-boys that be pumping blow
[hook: the jacka]
[bridge: j stalin]
hold me down, never question my loyalty
bagging up c0ke, 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
b-tch quit playin’ i’ll pick you up on the bus stop
[verse 3: j stalin]
dope boy sh-t, i’ll never trust a punk ho
back and forth cross the bridge back to frisco
n-gga, 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 d-ck up in your throat
now bounce your -ss like the (?)
now bounce your -ss like the (?)
[hook: the jacka]
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