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letra de dope man - gucci mane

[chorus:]
i’m a dope man dope man dope man dope man
gucci stay fresh like the dope man dope man
everybody hollin at the dope man dope man
come and spend some dollaz with the dope man dope

[verse 1:]
yea i’m the dope man sumthin like the bird man ridein
otta town
50 birds in mt burban survin splurgin u can say i’m
workin got washin powder
i ain’t talkin bout detergent young n-gg- coppin 9s and
4s got me in my trap house standin over the stove
my money long like pinokeo nose that’s why my trap open
early and the b-tch don’t close…
man i luv the trap and if my arms was bi enough i would
hug the trap because i still
do the dirt i’m in tha car pool lane cause it’s me and
my work uh i got a trick up my sleave
otta 5 grand plate quarter brick up my sleave n-gg-z
call me the dope man the whole hood
shoppin gucci man i’m tha dope man

[chorus x2]

[verse 2:]
i’m the dope man’s dope man neva cut tha coke man gucci
man tha flair got em smokin otta coke cans
rubba bands extra grams gucci man yes i am can you cook
this work i think i can i think i can
first ya count ya money and get cha sh-t together mane
gucci mane tha flair perdict snow like the weather man
a hundred packs a granda stacks chain doin jump-in-
jacks cops commin back-to-back hustlein where tha money
at
nitty on the track gucci in the vocal booth huntin
mamas t.v.s thatz wut a crack smoke will do she dance
at the spot the girl so thick
but she known in the hoop az the dope mans b-tch a
hundred grand a day i seen dat shyt i’m tha dope man’s
dope man i mean that shyt
uhhh i don’t rap i trap made a hundred gands profit
that’s good count

[chorus x2]

[verse 3:]
uh trap house in the hood the and heat don’t work but
the stive work goood d-mn i dun broke a nail weighed so
much coke tha i broke the scale
nitty on the track the beat so wick-i-ed b4 a quarter
brick can’t be my tickit ggucci shades on can’t see my
eyes
pluse i’m ridein in the wip that a dope man drive… uh
gucci man not the snow man i’m good rite now u can call
me the dope man
gu-cci u hot money blow my nose with it so i call that
snot money… i’m tha dope man babe the dope gurlz see
me and them hoes go crazy
gucci man the flair shawty i’m that dude my wrist game
rude and i’m so brand new

[chorus x2]

- gucci mane

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