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| (Dout Gotcha) Dout Gotcha Clispe Heat Holders R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G [Pusha T] A dope dealer's dream hunit keys each of 'em for thirteen tax slow rollers sell it to my nigga dirtche fight fair cases leave the courts in laughter then flee to miami and live happily ever after (Dope Man Dope Man) cook up let it drip dry I'm sellin that one my hood poppin like a fish fry you sellin that whip why not gettin a bitch high twenties goin for nicks whoa I'm killin the strip right? (Dopeman) My whole team eatin mean we the re up gang ever solitare's clean the trucks come late we hand in handin wit the fiends fresh out the zip lock yellow and blue make green (Dopeman) fo sho' nigga got it for the low nigga keys like a lock smith open up ya door nigga no english that my connect speaks so you know damn well that Pusha "Got it 4 Cheap" illugh [Chorus - Dout Gotcha] Dopeman Dopeman {Yea that's me} Dopeman Dopeman {That's what I got} Dopeman Dopeman {I got what you niggaz need} Dopeman Dopeman [Malice] I'm Martha with the whip nigga whisking away and cook it in that pot liking it ? bon appetit see they eatin like souffl'e and put that lighter to it now it's flambay hey look I'm french wit it pitch it to pinch hitters they gon make summer time look like ghetto winter stash box in my who ride we ain't riding spinners had it like soup lines handin out free dinners that was as beginners now the game clip like gold medalist thats how we pedal this shit and ain't no drout time when you're the reign maker hit me for that re up nigga come and get ya cake up push it to that limit til it got off the handle I touch more keys than Billie Joel's piano lawyers had connects wit ? Channels to keep us scottfree it was neva book 'em ? [Chorus] [Dout Gotcha] Gotcha I keep 'em leanin like a kick stand I'm in the kitchen wit a whip pan the hood callin me the (Dopeman) knots look like tumors when its wrap wit the rubberbands 45 block shoe box got a hunit grand I'm not gon stop even if the cops come wop after wop how you think I got the drop huh money long as Virginia Beach Blvd all came from moving hard when we move it in 'em cars gotta smuther it wit a whole tub of lard shit ? on tugboats wit a ton of raw where y'all gettin money at we ain't heard of y'all get a case beat a case pop a case ain't nothing wrong [Chorus] 2X |
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