Testo Old Ways - Young Dolph
Testo della canzone Old Ways (Young Dolph), tratta dall'album Paper Route Frank
(Let the bandplay)
(Ayo, bandplay)
Drinkin' Ace of spades, no Rosé, ayy
Celebratin' with the gang, bring a whole case (what's today?)
Every day my birthday, I just want some more cake (yeah, yeah)
Used to have a plug in San José (yeah)
First thing that he asked me "so, what's your name?" (yeah)
Money hungry, young and dumb, ain't got no brain (yeah)
On the e-way in somethin' fast, foot to the floor, man (yoom)
Damn, that pussy good, I wanna give her my last name (hol' up)
Then I had my lil' boy, that shit changed my whole world (tre Tre)
A couple of years later (what?), now here come my lil' girl (aria)
I don't work for mysеlf no more, I work for them, respеct it (yeah)
Everythin' in my past, that's my passion, I can't help it (yeah)
I love my baby mama to death, but she don't trust me (goddamn)
I asked her would she marry me, she didn't say nothin' (goddamn)
I'm sorry, baby, I can only be me, a hustler (goddamn)
Trap nigga, but my household look like the huxtables (yeah, yeah)
She think that I'm still stuck in my old ways (uh)
Goddamn, I love the trap, I miss the old days (uh)
Ridin' around in the Ponyville with my throwaway (uh)
Now I just make millions, might listen to some o'jays
(hol' up, hol' up baby)
Hol' up, right, quick, let me straighten up my ring
This motherfucker kinda big, you know?
(Ayo, bandplay)
I don't play with these lil' niggas, I got kids at home (uh-uh)
My bitch always get mad at me when I'm gone too long
Ayy, came outside today with all these rocks on (rocks)
Feel my shit in they soul, like a 'pac song (oof)
That's an investment, not an ordinary watch on (hey, hey)
Keep some bam-bam bad rocks on (rocks)
Told my bitch I know I'm a dog, so, nah, you not wrong (nah)
I'm just runnin' streets with my dawgs when I'm not home (yeah)
Skinny nigga, bankroll chubby (yeah)
Ain't nobody gon' love me the way you love me (yeah, yeah)
I 'posed to be still on the block, thuggin' (yeah, yeah)
Girl, I'm on your ass, just like some huggies (like some huggies)
Uh-huh
I love my baby mama to death, but she don't trust me (goddamn)
I asked her would she marry me, she didn't say nothin' (goddamn)
I'm sorry, baby, I can only be me, a hustler (goddamn)
Trap nigga, but my household look like the huxtables (yeah, yeah)
She think that I'm still stuck in my old ways (uh)
Goddamn, I love the trap, I miss the old days (uh)
Ridin' around in the ponyville with my throwaway (uh)
Now I just make millions, might listen to some o'jays (yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Leon Huff, Kenneth Gamble, Adolph Thornton
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