lirik lagu young dolph - death row
[intro]
let the bandplay (let the bandplay, let the bandplay)
six trucks, two drop tops, three coupes
two four doors, three old schools
hmm, and a whole lotta other sh~t i can’t think of right now
’cause i’m high as f~ck, paperroute [?]
[chorus]
big boss, ceo, on that suge sh~t (let’s go)
i smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on that snoop sh~t
on that dr. dre sh~t, i’m still ruthless (woo)
thug life, out ‘lone, on that pac sh~t
pull the trigger, let it sing, i’m on that clock sh~t (for real though)
i’m aimin’ for your top, b~tch (for real though)
take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, b~tch
she ask how much cost [?] my coupe, that’s a lot b~tch (uh)
[verse 1]
ain’t no more purple so i’m drinkin’ yellow [?] (tussle)
got some choppers, got a plug, then i got rich (for real though)
cashed out on three lamborghinis, just to pop sh~t (for real though)
i brought the millions to the circle, n~gga mob sh~t (ayy, ayy)
i pray to god my son don’t get cursed for some sh~t i did (please)
i hit ’em in the chest and tell ’em that the world his
i put it all on the line, ’cause i’m a gamblin’ n~gga (yeah, yeah)
trip off my brother, motherf~ckin’ phantom lil’ n~gga (yeah, yeah)
i can’t have this b~tch, she let her phone stay dead for three days (d~mn)
i just poured a eight of wock’ wock’, the picture coolin’ (woo)
my barber get a hundo, everytime i get a new fade
blue aventador, blue diamonds hit the blue fling
[chorus]
big boss, ceo, on that suge sh~t (let’s go)
i smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on that snoop sh~t
on that dr. dre sh~t, i’m still ruthless (woo)
thug life, out ‘lone, on that pac sh~t
pull the trigger, let it sing, i’m on that clock sh~t (for real though)
i’m aimin’ for your top, b~tch (for real though)
take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, b~tch
she ask how much cost [?] my coupe, that’s a lot b~tch (uh)
[verse 2]
pour it ’til it’s dirty (dirty)
my glock got a thirty (extendo)
family know i’ma get this money, they ain’t gotta worry (uh~uh)
forgis when i’m swervin’ (woah)
wock, wock when i’m dirty (wock’, wock’)
i’ma count paper when the birds start chirpin’ (trap)
ten karats solitaires, got my ears hurtin’ (rocks)
i could never ever chase a b~tch, it’s not worth it
the realest motherf~cka i know is me but i ain’t perfect
replace my ex b~tch, i was flexin’ on purpose (haha)
you look good but your baby daddy broke b~tch (yeah, yeah)
in the trap they love me like the pope b~tch (yeah, yeah)
might as well go hang yourself with a rope b~tch (yeah)
they call me dr. g.o.a.t., b~tch
[chorus]
big boss, ceo, on that suge sh~t (let’s go)
i smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on that snoop sh~t
on that dr. dre sh~t, i’m still ruthless (woo)
thug life, out ‘lone, on that pac sh~t
pull the trigger, let it sing, i’m on that clock sh~t (for real though)
i’m aimin’ for your top, b~tch (for real though)
take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, b~tch
she ask how much cost [?] my coupe, that’s a lot b~tch (that’s a lot b~tch)
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