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Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Dope Man lyrics

Walked inside the club with a twenty worth of twenties
Your b**h don't want no scrub, she want a n***a 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
b**h, you know I'm the dope man

What the f** 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 f** with my n***as 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, n***a, no, we ain't having that
Real trap n***a, 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 n***a 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 b**h don't want no scrub, she want a n***a 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
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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
b**h, you know I'm the dope man

Molly Santan, b**h, 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
b**h, 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 f** is you telling me?
If you ain't talking about money, get the f** around
If we don't know you, we ain't selling sh**

Walked inside the club with a twenty worth of twenties
Your b**h don't want no scrub, she want a n***a 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
b**h, you know I'm the dope man

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