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dope man - los and nutty lyrics

[intro: wb nutty]
yeah, okay
that’s cool right there
dope man, dope man, hah
yeah, don’t get high on your own supply (let’s get it)
dope man, dope man (yeah, that’s me)
dope man, dope man (yeah, that’s me)
dope man, dope man (yeah, yeah, yeah)
give a f*ck what you heard, n*gga

[verse 1: wb nutty]
f*ckin’ up saks and gettin’ it back ’cause i got custos (huh?)
n*ggas always bringin’ up the past when they run gone (shut the f*ck up)
n*gga, do the math, i been countin’ ’til my thumbs sore (fft, beep)
dope man, dope man, i get it to your front door (yeah)
pack it up, new town every time the sh*t slow (for real)
one*stop shop, too much traffic, you gotta cop and go (come on)
watchin’ for the narcos, tryna play it cool
i got dope fiends that carpool tryna bump into me
i be tryna sell it all, can’t ever get too much money
i been cookin’ all day, whole house smellin’ funny (skrrt, skrrt)
i get greedy when i’m hungry, cut a n*gga out the play (i cut a n*gga out the play)
try to tax him for the— every time i’m out of state
i’m in cleveland up the way gettin’ the highs for the lows (gettin’ the highs for the lows)
n*ggas f*ckin’ up the sack, but i know mine gettin’ sold (but i know mine gettin’ sold)
you know that topside fall every time it get old (every time it get old)
crib too slow, took my talents on the road with a b*tch
[interlude: los]
hahaha
daisy lane records sh*t, n*gga
for life
know what the f*ck goin’ on, n*gga (ayy)
you know i’m on that “p*ssy*ass n*ggas, ain’t got no love for ’em” sh*t, n*gga (come on)
daisy lane records sh*t (yeah)
yeah, los passed you n*ggas for real this time, n*gga (yeah)
daisy lane records sh*t, n*gga, volume 4 sh*t
look, ayy, yeah (p*ssy*ass n*ggas, ain’t got no love for ’em, yeah)

[verse 2: los]
even if i take a loss, you know i made it back (know i made it back)
n*ggas startin’ to sound like los and nutty and i’m cool with that (i’m cool with that)
i know where that money at (where it’s at?), n*ggas still lookin’ for it (yeah)
i should teach a cooking class, penthouse full of bags
my n*ggas pushin’ glass (my n*ggas), your n*ggas last place
we still do turnarounds, every week, i’m in a different state (no cap)
no cap (what?), n*ggas really not f*ckin’ with me (n*ggas not f*ckin’ with us)
first*class flight to catch the bag, buck*fifty
dope man, minivan, town & country, los and nutty (come on)
ain’t no more petty checks, this that volume 4 money (this that volume 4 money)
dog sh*t records, we’ll sign you guys
most my n*ggas grew up with the dog like family guy (for life)
pistol in the club while i’m rainin’, they ain’t pat me down (they ain’t pat me down)
l boogie’ll make a scene, b*tch, don’t panic now (for life)
[outro: los]
b*tch
red voice, n*gga
let pucci know i do music, n*gga
ayy

- los and nutty lyrics

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