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Mr Bigg - Dopeman Bitch Lyrics




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[Mr. Bigg, toned down voice, Chorus X3]

Your friends ain't shit

Your sister ain't shit

And you ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch



[Mr. Bigg in a higher voice, with females, Chorus X6]

Your friends ain't shit

Your sister ain't shit

And you ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch



[Verse One]

Some nasty ass bitch said I had a nasty mouth

Every time I open don't nothin' but nasty shit come out

Listen bitch to this story about

A young nigga comin' straight from the f*ckin' south

I'm 6'6" slangin' dick Alabama style

F*ck a bitch and call her a hoe and kick her out the door

Bitches like it when a nigga talk nasty to 'em

Beat they ass and take they cash

And them project hoes I don't trust 'em

Niggas fall in love with them but everybody f*ckin' 'em

I'm talkin' national hoes until I die

A bitch can't respect herself so why the f*ck should I?

Say yes ma'am or call you a lady

Take you out to dinner bitch you got to be crazy

You got the nerve to say I ain't shit?

Cuz I got no respect for a sorry ass lazy ass bitch



[Chorus with Mr. Bigg and females X4]



[Verse Two]

Have you ever met a bitch in your life that was no good?

Everybody done f*cked her in the neighborhood

They all call her by her nickname

She suck dick man

And she love the dopeman

Different niggas every night different cars in the yard

The stankin' bitch f*cked all my homeboys

And on check baby bitch got a lot around the house

Niggas waitin' to stick they dick up in the bitch mouth

All you silly hoes and food stampers

You gettin' your hair fixed you need to be buyin' some pampers

Your babies ain't had shoes in a year

But you're wearin'

Diamonds in your motherf*ckin' ears

Bitch you gets no respect

Since you ??? me to kick your ass clean out the projects

I feel sorry for your babies

They can't help it if they motherf*ckin' nanny just plain lazy

Dirty dishes in the sink cuz they ain't been fed

And they sleepin' in a pissy ass bunk bed

Five other kids five different daddies

Little bad motherf*ckers throwin' rocks at my Caddy

I still give 'em change everytime I see 'em

The bitch don't need 'em cuz the bitch won't feed 'em

You got the nerve to say I ain't shit?

Cuz I got no respect for a sorry ass lazy ass bitch



[Chorus with Mr. Bigg and females X4]



[Verse Three]

Went to the mall what I seen was a f*ckin' shame

I seen some hoes out there stealin' but I ain't gon' call they name

They didn't know it but I seen they ass creepin'

Had a trunk full of shit that they done stole out of ??? and Parisian's

The bitch tried to call me a lie

Tryin' on clothes that you know your ass ain't gon' buy

Bitches like to steal silk (shit)

But won't go to the store to steal a can of milk

They wanna blame it on they baby daddy

You can't blame your baby daddy you don't know your f*ckin' baby daddy

I see you in the club thinkin' you the shit hoe

But for real though you tryin' to turn a trick hoe

With the first nigga with the most gold on

Fat ??? beeper and a celluar phone

Now it's time for you to take all the kill

Forty dollars for the light bill fifty for the phone bill

More kids than the bitch own already but

Pussy so big motherf*ckers gotta bring a lunch

And a Walkman with extra batteries

Niggas throwin' a party on that pussy every Saturday

You got the nerve to say I ain't shit?

Cuz I got no respect for a sorry ass lazy ass bitch



[Chorus with Mr. Bigg and females until fade]
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[Mr. Bigg, toned down voice, Chorus X3]

Your friends ain't shit

Your sister ain't shit

And you ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch



[Mr. Bigg in a higher voice, with females, Chorus X6]

Your friends ain't shit

Your sister ain't shit

And you ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch



[Verse One]

Some nasty ass bitch said I had a nasty mouth

Every time I open don't nothin' but nasty shit come out

Listen bitch to this story about

A young nigga comin' straight from the f*ckin' south

I'm 6'6" slangin' dick Alabama style

F*ck a bitch and call her a hoe and kick her out the door

Bitches like it when a nigga talk nasty to 'em

Beat they ass and take they cash

And them project hoes I don't trust 'em

Niggas fall in love with them but everybody f*ckin' 'em

I'm talkin' national hoes until I die

A bitch can't respect herself so why the f*ck should I?

Say yes ma'am or call you a lady

Take you out to dinner bitch you got to be crazy

You got the nerve to say I ain't shit?

Cuz I got no respect for a sorry ass lazy ass bitch



[Chorus with Mr. Bigg and females X4]



[Verse Two]

Have you ever met a bitch in your life that was no good?

Everybody done f*cked her in the neighborhood

They all call her by her nickname

She suck dick man

And she love the dopeman

Different niggas every night different cars in the yard

The stankin' bitch f*cked all my homeboys

And on check baby bitch got a lot around the house

Niggas waitin' to stick they dick up in the bitch mouth

All you silly hoes and food stampers

You gettin' your hair fixed you need to be buyin' some pampers

Your babies ain't had shoes in a year

But you're wearin'

Diamonds in your motherf*ckin' ears

Bitch you gets no respect

Since you ??? me to kick your ass clean out the projects

I feel sorry for your babies

They can't help it if they motherf*ckin' nanny just plain lazy

Dirty dishes in the sink cuz they ain't been fed

And they sleepin' in a pissy ass bunk bed

Five other kids five different daddies

Little bad motherf*ckers throwin' rocks at my Caddy

I still give 'em change everytime I see 'em

The bitch don't need 'em cuz the bitch won't feed 'em

You got the nerve to say I ain't shit?

Cuz I got no respect for a sorry ass lazy ass bitch



[Chorus with Mr. Bigg and females X4]



[Verse Three]

Went to the mall what I seen was a f*ckin' shame

I seen some hoes out there stealin' but I ain't gon' call they name

They didn't know it but I seen they ass creepin'

Had a trunk full of shit that they done stole out of ??? and Parisian's

The bitch tried to call me a lie

Tryin' on clothes that you know your ass ain't gon' buy

Bitches like to steal silk (shit)

But won't go to the store to steal a can of milk

They wanna blame it on they baby daddy

You can't blame your baby daddy you don't know your f*ckin' baby daddy

I see you in the club thinkin' you the shit hoe

But for real though you tryin' to turn a trick hoe

With the first nigga with the most gold on

Fat ??? beeper and a celluar phone

Now it's time for you to take all the kill

Forty dollars for the light bill fifty for the phone bill

More kids than the bitch own already but

Pussy so big motherf*ckers gotta bring a lunch

And a Walkman with extra batteries

Niggas throwin' a party on that pussy every Saturday

You got the nerve to say I ain't shit?

Cuz I got no respect for a sorry ass lazy ass bitch



[Chorus with Mr. Bigg and females until fade]
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