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mr. bigg - dopeman bitch lyrics

[mr. bigg, toned down voice, hook x3]
your friends ain’t sh-t
your sister ain’t sh-t
and you ain’t nothin’ but a dopeman b-tch

[mr. bigg in a higher voice, with females, hook x6]
your friends ain’t sh-t
your sister ain’t sh-t
and you ain’t nothin’ but a dopeman b-tch

[verse one]
some nasty -ss b-tch said i had a nasty mouth
every time i open don’t nothin’ but nasty sh-t come out
listen b-tch to this story about
a young n-gga comin’ straight from the f-ckin’ south
i’m 6’6″ slangin’ d-ck alabama style
f-ck a b-tch and call her a ho and kick her out the door
b-tches like it when a n-gga talk nasty to ’em
beat they -ss and take they cash
and them project hoes i don’t trust ’em
n-ggas fall in love with them but everybody f-ckin’ ’em
i’m talkin’ national hoes until i die
a b-tch 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 b-tch you got to be crazy
you got the nerve to say i ain’t sh-t?
cuz i got no respect for a sorry -ss lazy -ss b-tch

[hook with mr. bigg and females x4]

[verse two]
have you ever met a b-tch in your life that was no good?
everybody done f-cked her in the neighborhood
they all call her by her nickname
she suck d-ck man
and she love the dopeman
different n-ggas every night different cars in the yard
the stankin’ b-tch f-cked all my homeboys
and on check baby b-tch got a lot around the house
n-ggas waitin’ to stick they d-ck up in the b-tch 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
b-tch you gets no respect
since you ??? me to kick your -ss 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 p-ssy -ss 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 b-tch don’t need ’em cuz the b-tch won’t feed ’em
you got the nerve to say i ain’t sh-t?
cuz i got no respect for a sorry -ss lazy -ss b-tch

[hook 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 -ss creepin’
had a trunk full of sh-t that they done stole out of g-yfer’s and parisian’s
the b-tch tried to call me a lie
tryin’ on clothes that you know your -ss ain’t gon’ buy
b-tches like to steal silk (sh-t)
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 sh-t ho
but for real though you tryin’ to turn a trick ho
with the first n-gga with the most gold on
fat ??? beeper and a celluar phone
now it’s time for you to take all the k!ll
forty dollars for the light bill fifty for the phone bill
more kids than the b-tch own already but
p-ssy so big motherf-ckers gotta bring a lunch
and a walkman with extra batteries
n-ggas throwin’ a party on that p-ssy every sat-rday
you got the nerve to say i ain’t sh-t?
cuz i got no respect for a sorry -ss lazy -ss b-tch

[hook with mr. bigg and females until fade]

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