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conversations.value: Write me a song called Dope Man with the following description: French Montana and Donny Goines join new artist Bigga Threat on this Dame Grease-produced banger.  Hear the full audio here
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conversations.value: [Hook: Bigga Threat]
  I got that diddy on the scale, that hova in the rice
  Hip hop dope man
  Get you styles nice price
  That little Nasty Nas
  That Redman stealing cars
  That Jada and the micro
  Whippin up a light show
  Dope mannn da hip hop dope man (I got what you need)
  Dope man da hip hop dope man (we got all that ya need)
  [Verse 1: French Montana]
  Got you saying HUUUUH, when that check clear
  Plus my ring, wrist and neck clear
  And my niggas high, it's like exercise
  Stick up, sit ups, dog food, Syrup
  New Ferrari swerve, Harley pickup
  Block calls I don't pick up
  It's hydro snuck through the side do'
  Bang bang 5. 0 help you hit the high note
  Pressing buttons on the microwave, aqua wave
  Young boy cook it up, serve it up right away
  Money spit, gotta make it back
  Bring it back gotta me sayin huh
  When them doors open
  Got cha friends mouth and legs open
  Mazzarati fox, Heckler and Hoch
  And my niggas near holes and the liquor clear
  Dope brown, coke white
  Weed blue, jewelry see-thru
  It's the dope man, call me if you need to [Hook]
  [Verse 2: Bigga Threat]
  I got that Diddy on the scale
  That Hova on the rice
  Hip hop dope man get you styles nice price
  Digital mic right
  Living loud life trife
  50 thou and white ice
  From 50 cent and my knife
  I'm a grinda I'mma schemer, I'm a Russel
  You a dreamer
  I'mma cutter, you a bleeder
  Don't trust you bitches either
  Hustla diva Foxy, little Eve a man
  From the grain get ya bucks
  Out the game
  Put em up and distain refrain
  From the rain
  The glitter and the glammer
  The killers and the hammers
  The dealers and the scammers
  The slickers and the bamas
  Give thanks how ya day go
  For the banks and the yay yo
  The kiss and the payroll
  Big bro bae bro
  Cain and the able
  The yay and fable
  The weak and the feeble
  Perish wit ya people
  Pushing sour diesel
  Pistols Desert Eagle
  No reason to mislead you
  No reason enough to leave you
  Ya undercovers see through
  Hip hop cops can bleed too [Verse 3: Donny Goines]
  Hip Hop, dopeman, distributing to Lohan
  Lindsey, Kim K, Amber sick beats
  Y'all betta get with the program
  My sixteens, that thick lean, he flow, kilos
  Them Coke Boyz and you know Goines
  Lost my sense, I got no coins
  Blow bands like is no manyana
  CEO of the Streets; no, CEO of the Corner Office
  Corporate and I get my dollars
  Wave Gang/Ink Different
  Signing checks like it's payday, no I mean nuts like Payday
  Goons on deck nigga bang bang
  Ya strip dried up like AA
  Continental, globetrotting, no basketball, stovetopping
  You Dockers, slacking off, I never nap at all
  No three Z's, till I decease, nigga please
  [Outro: Jetta B]