CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Dopeman

[Tony Shhnow & DJ Yungrel]
(You're minor, we're major)
Yeah, yeah
Aye, aye
Why the f*ck would you do that nigga
Aye, aye
Go, go, go, go
(Hoodrich)
It look like the dope-man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check, that's why this hoe on my neck
I rock Versace-
(Hoodrich, bitch)
Mic check, 1-2
Yeah we back nigga
(DJ Yungrel, what's up?)
We gon' call this one, the Art of Production
Go, go, go, go
(Major out here f*ck nigga)

It look like the dope-man in here
Evеry time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like somе money in here
I'm a walking check, that's why this hoe on my neck

I rock Versace all black but I really want the white ones
Feeling like I'm Kobe, I serve J's with these Nikes on
I hit it in the car, don't worry I ain't take your wife home
Punch shit I got two, you wanna' play you got the right one
My jewelry white like Eskimo, my vanilla bitch Vanessa
Got a rebel, her name Jessica
Got a Puerto Rican girl she thick and mean, look just like Erykah
She say I'm so credible, I move strong, incredible
She know I got several, my bitch thick and bad as hell
Your hoe look so terrible
I'm flexing on your favorite artist, I cannot compare to dude
[?] lies, they ain't never seen the truth
He wanna' act like he with that, okay we [?]
Before I re-up I drop your bitch off
Told the label double up them M's like I'm Rick Ross
Looking at my wrist, it ain't shit to get a brick off
It look like the man in the house when I drop off

It look like the dope-man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check, that's why this hoe on my neck
It look like the dope-man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check, that's why this hoe on my neck
(DJ Yungrel, hoe)

I'm a walking lick, it's money in my pants so it's money on my bitch
She astonished by my wrist say she ain't never seen a brick
I told her she would never find a nigga just like this
In the foreign handguns but [?] we keep them sticks
In Miami or Atlanta, nigga you could take a pick
You can't name a hood in my area, I get it mixed
I'm fresher than the dope-man and I'm still in the bricks
He used to be the man until the pack ran out
It's funny, you wanna' hate me, now you got your hands out
I used to serve your uncle at the trap with grams out
[?] all I do is cashout
They talk down like I'm slow, like I ain't took the fast route
But ain't shit about me stupid, tell her I pull racks out
They know Tony ain't in no gang but I could pull them stacks out
[?] see me in person that bitch almost passed out

It look like the dope-man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check, that's why this hoe on my neck
It look like the dope-man in here
Every time I drop I swing doors off the block
It look like some money in here
I'm a walking check, that's why this hoe on my neck
[DJ Yungrel]
Yeah, we just getting started nigga
DJ Yungrel, I'm in this motherf*cker
My brother Tony Shhnow
You know what we do when we get together
We dropped another classic for the streets
Go ahead and fire that shit up
Let's ride