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letra de dopest niggas - the po' folks

[intro: young who?]
[?]

[hook: young who?]
as a matter of fact, we the dopest [?] you ever wanna f-ck with as a matter of fact, we the dopest [?] you ever wanna f-ck with
as a matter of fact, we the dopest [?] you ever wanna f-ck with as a matter of fact, we the dopest [?] you ever wanna f-ck with
type a [?], count your b-tch right out the door
connivin’ [?] gotta f-ck your bar
we size their b-tch, break jaws and break laws
the dopest when you see us and you know they’re gone

[verse 1: kuniva]
so when i’m with y’all, be a villain
runnin’ through the mall, stealin’
i’m feelin’ like mission impossible, hangin’ from the ceilin’
call women, every name in the book, i’m all willin’
drive a truck through the front door that y’all live in
hi, watchin’ the family channel
connected in a raggedy flannel with a nanny goat eatin’ cantaloupe
you just a joke, a clown with fake g’s
when you shoot, you miss [?] on purpose like jay-z
played out like comcast cable
the bomb blasts able to blow your arm past a bagel on your mom’s table
i ain’t stupid, i have my man shoot you
you a bum, stick to carryin’ plates for grandkids over there
that’s why motherf-ckers, i’m back
they stay by you on a different track
i steal a [?] that’ll take your scratch
i k!ll a [?] ’til you turn your back
i got a million different problems that i got to solve
so i’ma try to talk to y’all before my heat get involved
i try to stay calm ’til somebody upset me
that’s when i switch my side while the awkward left me
before i got older, my daddy would tell me
everybody that accept me ain’t out to help me
but i ain’t wanna listen
i bump my head into the brick wall instead
and now i get head
i’m a lion with a big ass mouth
let it dirty up your big ass couch
had a [?] kick your b-tch ass out
when you caught me with your b-tch in your house
let the mortgage build up and i’m out
[hook: young who?]
as a matter of fact, we the dopest [?] you ever wanna f-ck with as a matter of fact, we the dopest [?] you ever wanna f-ck with
type a [?], count your b-tch right out the door
connivin’ [?] gotta f-ck your bar
we size their b-tch, break jaws and break laws
the dopest when you see us and you know they’re gone

[verse 2: kon artis, kuniva]
had a smackdown on a b-tch
asked her out for a date
show up to the club two hours late
liar, liar
rap stanley ipkiss
wearin’ a mask, slaggin’ down ass on jefferson
wearin’ leopard skin, cowboy boots
i’m old school, rockin’ boomer suits and old troops
i never claimed to be the best type of rapper
but i will stab a rapper just to set his d-mn trap up
still f-ck hoes, bed back, we’re busy
run trains on them, keeping them dizzy like spinnin’ frisbees
while hooks try to frisk me, i spit fire out of a whiskey
and then get frisky as a lizzie
i keep a mean mug even when i’m drinkin’
i rock dice games even when i’m winnin’
while i’m out making crazy noise
your mom’s better than melvin on baby boys
we on some bullsh-t, tramplin’ wh0res
a picture of me breaking in your house in the back of the stores
i hold bill gates hostage with a .9
and ask for the ransom back in all nickels and dimes
when i’m old, i’m still trying to rap
paralyzed from the waist down, still actin’ [?] adapt
i don’t rap for royalty checks
i rap for crack
we slayin’ it
so when i go to the hood, i give back
[hook: young who?]
as a matter of fact, we the dopest [?] you ever wanna f-ck with as a matter of fact, we the dopest [?] you ever wanna f-ck with
as a matter of fact, we the dopest [?] you ever wanna f-ck with as a matter of fact, we the dopest [?] you ever wanna f-ck with
type a [?], count your b-tch right out the door
connivin’ [?] gotta f-ck your bar
we size their b-tch, break jaws and break laws
the dopest when you see us and you know they’re gone

- the po folks

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