Testo Death Row - Young Dolph
Testo della canzone Death Row (Young Dolph), tratta dall'album Rich Slave
Let the BandPlay (let the BandPlay)
Six trucks, two drop tops, three coupes
Two four doors, three old schools
Hm, and a whole lotta other shit I can't
Think of right now 'cause I'm high as fuck
PaperRoute Frank
Big boss, CEO on that Suge shit (it's Dolph)
I smoke that killa back to back on that Snoop shit (strong)
On that Dr. Dre shit, I'm still ruthless (woo)
Thug life, outlaw, I'm on that Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing
I'm on that clock shit (for real though)
(Fa, fa, fa) I'm aimin' for your top, bitch (for real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost syrup in my cup, that's a lot, bitch (uh)
Ain't no more purple, so I'm drinkin' yellow snot, bitch ('tussin)
Got some choppers, got a plug, then I got rich (for real though)
Cashed out on three Lamborghinis just to pop shit (for real though)
I brought the millions to the circle, nigga, mob shit (ayy, ayy)
I pray to God my son don't get cursed for some shit I did (please)
I hit 'em in the chest and tell 'em that the world his (his)
I put it all on the line 'cause I'm a gambler, nigga (yeah, yeah)
Just bought my brother
A motherfuckin' Phantom, lil' nigga (yeah, yeah)
I kidnapped this bitch
She let her phone stay dead for three days (damn)
I just poured a eight of Wock-Wock in a pitcher of Kool-Aid (woo)
My barber get a hundo every time I get a new fade
Blue Aventador, blue diamonds at the Blue Flame
Big boss, CEO on that Suge shit (it's Dolph)
I smoke that killa back to back on that Snoop shit (strong)
On that Dr. Dre shit, I'm still ruthless (woo)
Thug life, outlaw, I'm on that Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing
I'm on that clock shit (for real though)
(Fa, fa, fa) I'm aimin' for your top, bitch (for real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost syrup in my cup, that's a lot, bitch (uh)
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 thirsty (Wock-Wock)
I'ma count paper when the birds start chirpin' (trap)
Ten karat solitaires got my ears hurtin' (rocks)
I could never, ever chase a bitch, it's not worth it
The realest motherfucker I know is me, but I ain't perfect
Roll past my ex-bitch house flexin' on purpose (haha)
You look good, but your baby daddy broke, bitch (yeah, yeah)
In the trap they love me like the pope, bitch (yeah, yeah)
Might as well go hang yourself with a rope, bitch (yeah)
They call me Dolph the Goat, bitch
Big boss, CEO on that Suge shit (it's Dolph)
I smoke that killa back to back on that Snoop shit (strong)
On that Dr. Dre shit, I'm still ruthless (woo)
Thug life, outlaw, I'm on that Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing
I'm on that clock shit (for real though)
(Fa, fa, fa) I'm aimin' for your top, bitch (for real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost syrup in my cup
That's a lot, bitch (that's a lot, bitch)
Credits
Writer(s): Adolph Thornton, Krishon O'brien Gaines
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