Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 911, artist - Young Dolph. Album song High Class Street Music 4: American Gangster, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Paper Route Empire
Song language: English
911 |
These bad bitches love a nigga, you know that bout |
Got that 911 parked in front of my trap house |
Momma said «what the fuck, boy you flippin' out» |
Got that 911 sittin' outside the trap house |
Welcome to my world where I do this shit they rap bout |
Got that 911 parked in front of my trap house |
Got that 911 sittin' in front of my trap house |
Got that 911 sittin' outside my trap house |
I was chillin' in South Memphis, bumping Jeezy trap or die |
Gettin' 10 thangs in the weekend I ain’t never have to try |
Trappin' ain’t dead, man these niggas just some pussies |
My nigga just caught a quarter million and smoked up all the cookies |
Your bitch played in her pussy, claim she on |
But nigga I took that and made her bring her best friend too, cause that bitch |
kept lookin' |
Girl you so fine I wanna turn you around from the back and give you a wooping |
It’s back to my trap house, where we don’t do no cooking |
No bakin' soda, no books or pots, got plenty P’s I’ll sell some pot |
Yea bitch I’m the weed man, just bought all the pints from the lean man |
Got a couple choppers, a lot of sandwich bags all sorts of glocks |
Dolph just parked the drop on the block |
Foreign parked in the front |
A couple of oldschools in the back |
All the work gone, so we ain’t doin' nothing but fucking bitches at the trap |
If I get a hoe to your bitches it’s a wrap |
Dope boy in my free time I rap |
Don’t get me confused with none of these rappers |
Bitch I’m your baby daddy favorite trapper |
Make your whole years salary in my neighbourhood, three days |
Even my neighbour smoke weed, so yeah my neighbour good |
Nigga I got my own neighbourhood watch, so if you try to break in my spot |
Nigga you might just make it not out |
choppers across the street, sittin' in that vacant house |
Don’t know what these niggas on, but we on that paper route |
If it ain’t about money I don’t wanna hear it |
And if that bitch ain’t bad, I ain’t going near it |