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dopeman - tony shhnow lyrics

[intro: tony shhnow & dj yungrel]
(you’re minor, we’re major)
yeah, yeah
aye, aye
why the f*ck would you do that n*gga
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, b*tch)
mic check, 1*2
yeah we back n*gga
(dj yungrel, what’s up?)
we gon’ call this one, the art of production
go, go, go, go
(major out here f*ck n*gga)

[chorus]
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
[verse 1]
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 sh*t i got two, you wanna’ play you got the right one
my jewelry white like eskimo, my vanilla b*tch 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 b*tch thick and bad as h*ll
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 b*tch off
told the label double up them m’s like i’m rick ross
looking at my wrist, it ain’t sh*t to get a brick off
it look like the man in the house when i drop off

[chorus]
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)
[verse 2]
i’m a walking l!ck, it’s money in my pants so it’s money on my b*tch
she astonished by my wrist say she ain’t never seen a brick
i told her she would never find a n*gga just like this
in the foreign handguns but [?] we keep them sticks
in miami or atlanta, n*gga 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 sh*t 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 b*tch almost passed out

- tony shhnow lyrics

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