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Dopeman (feat. 803gee) Video (MV)




Performed By: Moet
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Gerald Bolton, Mensah O'Bryant




Moet - Dopeman (feat. 803gee) Lyrics
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Yeah
Look
Catch a flight overnight, if it's the right dollar
Me and them a contrast, they're like white walls
Only way I'd stand out more was if my height taller
But God knew that wasn't right cause I'm already balling
Yeah, off this gas so I might call her
Might pull up on her if she let the pipe fall in
Might slide thru yo function just to pipe it up quick
Then I'm up & out the mix like I'm nightcrawler, yeah
Finessed some liquor now I'm kicking back
Me and all my niggas, we done hit the sip & dash
Back to the real agenda, let's get in the lab
Dopeman I'm cooking records like I'm breaking bad, yeah
Too many hits Bo I'm breaking bats
I been on a run, I never had to take a lap
She call me the chiropractor come to break her back
On my playa shit, they liking how I brang it back
Dopeman
Yeah
So get yo bags mr Dopeman
They tryna find what you holding
Yeah, yeah
& That's yo ass mr Dopeman
They got the narcs out patrolling
Look
But they won't catch me alive
Before I'm caged up, nigga I'd rather die
Never get high off of yo own supply
They always come back cause I always provide like the Dopeman
Dopeman, Pusherman that's the same thing
Growing up I promised I would never slang green
But I was broke and had bills I had to maintain
Broke bread with my team now we gangrene
Pull up on me if you tryna spend a band plus
Phade beats will have you feenin' like some Angel dust
I bust a rhyme and now they say we dangerous
OGs always tryna give some game to us like
Better watch your back Mr Dopeman
Niggas always gone want what you holdin'
Better keep a couple spades in your deck
Cause these niggas switching teams just so they can see your whole hand
Same dude who wouldn't lend me a dime trying to get on my side
Pussy nigga you a dead man
Same bitch who wouldn't give me no time
Acting all group-a-fied
Turn that hoe into a whole fan
Yeah
So get yo bags mr Dopeman
They tryna find what you holding
Yeah, yeah
& That's yo ass mr Dopeman
They got the narcs out patrolling
Look
But they won't catch me alive
Before I'm caged up, nigga I'd rather die
Never get high off of yo own supply
They always come back cause I always provide like the Dopeman
Tell yo mama, tell yo father
I'm that nigga with the water
Got the sauce, got the cream
Guarantee aim to please
I'm the Dopeman
I'm the Dopeman
Huh?
Tell yo mama, tell yo father
I'm that nigga with the water
Got the sauce, got the cream
Guarantee aim to please
I'm the Dopeman
I'm the Dopeman
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Yeah
Look
Catch a flight overnight, if it's the right dollar
Me and them a contrast, they're like white walls
Only way I'd stand out more was if my height taller
But God knew that wasn't right cause I'm already balling
Yeah, off this gas so I might call her
Might pull up on her if she let the pipe fall in
Might slide thru yo function just to pipe it up quick
Then I'm up & out the mix like I'm nightcrawler, yeah
Finessed some liquor now I'm kicking back
Me and all my niggas, we done hit the sip & dash
Back to the real agenda, let's get in the lab
Dopeman I'm cooking records like I'm breaking bad, yeah
Too many hits Bo I'm breaking bats
I been on a run, I never had to take a lap
She call me the chiropractor come to break her back
On my playa shit, they liking how I brang it back
Dopeman
Yeah
So get yo bags mr Dopeman
They tryna find what you holding
Yeah, yeah
& That's yo ass mr Dopeman
They got the narcs out patrolling
Look
But they won't catch me alive
Before I'm caged up, nigga I'd rather die
Never get high off of yo own supply
They always come back cause I always provide like the Dopeman
Dopeman, Pusherman that's the same thing
Growing up I promised I would never slang green
But I was broke and had bills I had to maintain
Broke bread with my team now we gangrene
Pull up on me if you tryna spend a band plus
Phade beats will have you feenin' like some Angel dust
I bust a rhyme and now they say we dangerous
OGs always tryna give some game to us like
Better watch your back Mr Dopeman
Niggas always gone want what you holdin'
Better keep a couple spades in your deck
Cause these niggas switching teams just so they can see your whole hand
Same dude who wouldn't lend me a dime trying to get on my side
Pussy nigga you a dead man
Same bitch who wouldn't give me no time
Acting all group-a-fied
Turn that hoe into a whole fan
Yeah
So get yo bags mr Dopeman
They tryna find what you holding
Yeah, yeah
& That's yo ass mr Dopeman
They got the narcs out patrolling
Look
But they won't catch me alive
Before I'm caged up, nigga I'd rather die
Never get high off of yo own supply
They always come back cause I always provide like the Dopeman
Tell yo mama, tell yo father
I'm that nigga with the water
Got the sauce, got the cream
Guarantee aim to please
I'm the Dopeman
I'm the Dopeman
Huh?
Tell yo mama, tell yo father
I'm that nigga with the water
Got the sauce, got the cream
Guarantee aim to please
I'm the Dopeman
I'm the Dopeman
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Writer: Gerald Bolton, Mensah O'Bryant
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