| Six trucks, two drop tops, three coupes
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| Two four doors, three old schools
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| Hmm, and a whole lotta other shit I can’t think of right now
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| 'Cause I’m high as fuck, PaperRoute Frank
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| Big boss, CEO, on that Suge shit (It's Dolph)
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| I smoked a kilo, back to back, on that Snoop shit (Strong)
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| On that Dr. Dre shit, I’m still ruthless (Woo)
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| Thug Life, out 'lone, on that Pac shit
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| Pull the trigger, let it sing, I’m on that clock shit (For real though)
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| I’m aimin' for your top, bitch (For real though)
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| Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
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| She ask how much cost syrup in my cup, that’s a lot bitch (Uh)
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| Ain’t no more purple so I’m drinkin' yellow snot bitch (Tussle)
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| Got some choppers, got a plug, then I got rich (For real though)
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| Cashed out on three Lamborghinis, just to pop shit (For real though)
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| I brought the millions to the circle, nigga mob shit (Ayy, ayy)
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| I pray to God my son don’t get cursed for some shit I did (Please)
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| I hit 'em in the chest and tell 'em that the world his
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| I put it all on the line, 'cause I’m a gambler nigga (Yeah, yeah)
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| Just bought my brother a motherfuckin' phantom lil' nigga (Yeah, yeah)
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| I kidnapped this bitch, she let her phone stay dead for three days (Damn)
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| I just poured a eight of wock' wock', the pitcher of kool aid (Woo)
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| My barber get a hundo, everytime I get a new fade
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| Blue Aventador, blue diamonds hit the blue fling
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| Big boss, CEO, on that Suge shit (It's Dolph)
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| I smoked a kilo back to back, on that Snoop shit (Strong)
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| On that Dr. Dre shit, I’m still ruthless (Woo)
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| Thug Life, out 'lone, on that Pac shit
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| Pull the trigger, let it sing, I’m on that clock shit (For real though)
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| I’m aimin' for your top, bitch (For real though)
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| Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
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| She ask how much cost syrup in my cup, that’s a lot bitch (Uh)
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| Pour it 'til it’s dirty (Dirty)
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| My Glock got a thirty (Extendo)
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| Family know I’ma get this money, they ain’t gotta worry (Uh-uh)
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| Forgis when I’m swervin' (Woah)
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| Wock, wock when I’m thirsty (Wock', wock')
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| I’ma count paper when the birds start chirpin' (Trap)
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| Ten karats solitaires, got my ears hurtin' (Rocks)
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| I could never ever chase a bitch, it’s not worth it
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| The realest motherfucka I know is me but I ain’t perfect
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| Roll past my ex bitch house flexin' on purpose (Haha)
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| You look good but your baby daddy broke bitch (Yeah, yeah)
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| In the trap they love me like the pope bitch (Yeah, yeah)
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| Might as well go hang yourself with a rope bitch (Yeah)
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| They call me Dr. G.O.A.T., bitch
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| Big boss, CEO, on that Suge shit (It's Dolph)
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| I smoked a kilo back to back, on that Snoop shit (Strong)
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| On that Dr. Dre shit, I’m still ruthless (Woo)
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| Thug Life, out 'lone, on that Pac shit
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| Pull the trigger, let it sing, I’m on that clock shit (For real though)
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| I’m aimin' for your top, bitch (For real though)
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| Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
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| She ask how much cost syrup in my cup, that’s a lot bitch (That's a lot bitch) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death Row, artist - Young Dolph. Album song Rich Slave, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп