| Bandplay
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| Let the band play
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| Lately I been feeling like spazzin' out
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| Memphis niggas known for crashin' out
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| I heard you going broke, so you assed out, haha, ayy
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| Tryna keep up with the kid, you gon' be assed out (Yeah)
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| Yeah, tell me how the fuck you think I got here (Ayy, tell me that)
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| This rap game ain’t shit to me but some cartwheels (This shit sweet)
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| Ninety percent of these niggas not real (Damn)
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| Started rapping, found out these rappers' jewelry not real (Damn)
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| Damn, swear that shit hurt my heart, dawg
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| Huh, fuck it though
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| Never had a deal but got more guap than all of y’all (It's Dolph)
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| Lost a half of mil', that’s why I started rapping, dawg (It's Dolph)
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| Tall skinny nigga, I should’ve been playing ball (Brrr)
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| But I had niggas spending a hundred grand every time they called
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| (Hello?)
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| It ain’t shit to pick up a pistol and go rob a nigga (That's easy)
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| I let my nuts hang, went out of town and went mobbin', nigga (Mobbin')
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| Think 'bout my childhood, all I remember is starving, nigga (Gone)
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| Old niggas in the hood was hating, but I ain’t buy them niggas (Fuck 'em)
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| Made a pledge with my niggas, we brothers forever (Yeah)
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| Don’t give a fuck, you right or wrong, we thuggin' forever (Yeah)
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| Shit was treacherous in my hood, nigga (Every man for theyself)
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| Richest nigga in my hood, nigga, huh, yeah, yeah
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| (Do what I wanna), before this rap shit (Yeah, yeah)
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| None of that cap shit (Yeah, yeah)
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| Just might be the realest nigga on the map, bitch (Yeah, yeah)
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| Had your sister holding pounds, on some trap shit (Ayy, hold that)
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| 'Bout to go pick up some gualla, I’ll be back, bitch (It's Dolph)
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| Flew two thousand miles away by my damn self (It's Dolph)
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| Niggas talk too much so I don’t need no damn help (Fuck 'em)
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| Dolph ran up them millis, you feel like he owe you, don’t you? |
| (Yep)
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| But tell the truth, you would cross him out for some paper, won’t you? |
| (Yep)
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| Why I show you so much love? |
| You ain’t never did shit for me (Hold up)
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| I take that back, besides run your mouth like a bitch to me (Damn)
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| I ain’t got no rap friends 'cause all they bitches feeling me (Damn)
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| They know deep down inside I’m what they nigga wanna be (Damn)
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| Ain’t nothing but one of me (Damn)
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| He really from the streets (Damn)
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| He really swung them P’s (Damn)
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| He really bought that double-R truck, it’s not a lease (Damn)
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| Mama called me crying, said she proud of me (I love you)
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| Remember a couple of my own niggas doubted me (Fuck you)
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| Found my first plug, was like I hit the lottery (Thank you, God)
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| When I get shot, was the first time I ain’t have my Glock with me
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| Hahahaha, ayy
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| Facts |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crashin' Out , by - Young Dolph. Song from the album Dum and Dummer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп