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dopeamean - blue face lyrics

fast doe, blue faces
b-tch i’m getting cash doe, you fake it
green is how my gr-ss grow, you basic
i’m outter-sp-cing astro, and you hate it
fast doe, blue faces
b-tch i’m getting cash doe, you fake it
green is how my gr-ss grow, you basic
i’m outter-sp-cing astro, and you hate it

dopeamean a gutter n-gga, i’ll gut a n-gga
talkin head to toe cut a n-gga
that other n-gga ain’t sh-t, like diarrhea
you be folding under pressure, i’mal die real
from g a, florida, all the way ta bamma n-gga
made it a mile high so, reach to over-stand a n-gga
i got some broads in atlanta like that panda n-gga
so you can’t touch this, m.c. hammer n-gga
i’m bout a bill, in the field, it gets real real
if you plotting on my gunnie, or my dollar bills
hollow tips and cold chills, that’s the real spill
turn yo dreams to night-mares, like you meek mills
flood the drac, f-ck the jakes, b-tch my drip bop
casting spells, tryna resurrect 2 pac
forty glock, for the man that k!lled hip-hop
get the f-ck out of the way, or fight the sh-llshock
i tuned him at the quick stop

i give a f-ck what a hatter pop
i’m top notch, and i’m something of a smooth shoot
i hunt you down until your weak, and that -ss got
your baby mama grieved a day, and now that -ss thot
jackpots at black hawk, got my bags fat
so that drama that you spoke of, you can have that
shooters laying in yo gr-ss, and you can’t grab that
if you can’t grab that, how you gone bus back

- dopeamean lyrics

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