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dopeamean - diss how it is lyrics

never trick on no b-tch, who is not him
you can tell it’s the weather from the a-town fitted bream
pockets full of guacamole, shawty like, who is them
gotta kesha cole waist, fat -ss, her waist slim
plus she f-ck with tripple stacks, let her pop a couple them
see the maserati skating on them double-duce rims
she a model, plus she swallow, modern-day, lil’kim
it’s a kodac moment, coop, go and get the film (yeah)
alll man, here we goo, at the mall buying racks
cause the weather got stacks and lil’shawty like that
let her f-ck the whole cl!ck, for a couple powder sacks (go, go, go)
in my dope boy nikes and my gangster d-ckie slacks
when that pyrex bubble, it double, i bring it back
catch ya smoking on fruit, that’s a known reggie pack
plus i keep a once of megit, come and f-ck with me on that
spit stright, flow addictive, spit c0ke on the track

other rappers can’t see me, my wrist on froze (noooo)
every time i’m in the c you know i’m getting to the doe, h-llo (aye)
while yo chin looking fuzzy (fuzza fuzzy)
diamonds in my chin steady looking like a sunday (y.b.e.)
other rappers can’t see me, my wrist on froze (noooo)
every time i’m in the c you know i’m getting to the doe, h-llo (h-llo)
while yo chin looking fuzzy (fuzzey)
diamonds in my chin steady looking like a sunday (bowwe)

my swag too coopish, i gottem screamin h-llo (h-llo)
green and yellow kicks, like my sponsors mellow-yellow
shawty f-ck the fam, now she moving to my fellow
dame shawty trippin, i think she heard this new demo
bought a ounce of perk and i smoked it with my kinfolk
yeah you know i’m hamming with my kicks out the window
i’m a artist, playing this rap game like nintendo
catch me in yo trap, with them grams like what you hitting fo
stupid fruity swag, got you shawty froze-up
shawty say she is exotic, so that’s what i roll-up and
when they started hatting, that when we pulled-up
with them tools on deck and told them all ta give it-up
see i’m all about my money so i gots ta get it up
lil’coop shawty, y.b.e., know that we the realist
south-side veteran, a king in my city
whipping up them cakes like, mom in the kitchen

haaaa…
rookies in the game spitting it like veterans
tell’em get at me
local rappers get at me, signed rappers get at me
you need ta
you need ta do a better job on my fan club
weatherman said he really need a fan club
i know we got some hatter out there
c.o.l. columbus georgia stand-up

- dopeamean lyrics

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