Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Major, artist - Young Dolph. Date of issue: 30.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Major |
| Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, break that down |
| Ayy bruh, don’t get that shit on my sheets bruh |
| Mobbin' in the Bentley (ayy), smokin' moon rocks (hey) |
| Pocket full of motherfuckin' blue (blue), guap (guap) |
| Half an ounce in my Gucci tube (tube), socks (socks) |
| For the summertime got a new (what?), drop (skrrt) |
| Trapper slash rapper slash bad bitch snatcher (ayy come here) |
| Baby mama mad, she say you live like a bastard (so what?) |
| Sold a hundred pounds and gave ten percent to the pastor (church) |
| Keep goin' up the ladder (ayy), they mad, make 'em madder (hey) |
| Told my son when I’m gone you gon' be a rich lil bastard (yeah) |
| Pointers on me hittin' (woo), leave a bitch dizzy (uh) |
| All my old bitches feelin' salty, yeah, yeah |
| In my DM, talkin' 'bout why you dog me? |
| yeah, yeah |
| But I still miss you, can you call me? |
| yeah, yeah |
| I heard ain’t shit change, that you still ballin', yeah, yeah |
| She used to bust them scripts for me at Walgreens (pour up, pour up) |
| Smugglin' narcotics was my calling (hey), ayy |
| Fours on the Mercedes, that’s major (uh uh) |
| Whole gang going crazy, that’s major (uh uh) |
| Millions on the table, that’s major (uh uh) |
| I turned dirt into diamonds, that’s major (uh-huh) |
| Hah-hah, you searchin' for fame (damn) |
| I became a superstar in the dope game (it's Dolph) |
| Found out you a hater, I can’t look at you the same (goddamn) |
| She said can she take a picture with my chain? |
| (goddamn) |
| Got two twin sisters, call 'em yin yang (goddamn) |
| I wish I wouldn’t’ve fucked that bitch, she insane (goddamn) |
| Alexander McQueen on me, ain’t got a stain (yeah yeah) |
| Turned to the plug, my life ain’t never been the same (yeah yeah) |
| Fours on the Mercedes, that’s major (uh uh) |
| Whole gang going crazy, that’s major (uh uh) |
| Millions on the table, that’s major (uh uh) |
| I turned dirt into diamonds, that’s major (uh-huh) |
| Fours on the Mercedes, that’s major (uh uh) |
| Whole gang going crazy, that’s major (uh uh, gang) |
| Millions on the table, that’s major (uh uh, woo) |
| I turned dirt into diamonds, that’s major (uh-huh) |
| House full of bitches like Flavor (Flav) |
| These cuts in my thumb come from countin' paper, yeah (racks) |
| Paper Route the gang and bitch we a label (gang, yeah) |
| New Glock with a laser, yeah I let you meet your maker (yeah) |
| Then go out to Jamaica with my motherfuckin' rastas, yeah, yeah |
| I’m movin' with my motherfuckin' shottas, yeah, yeah |
| I walk in, pop my motherfuckin' collar, yeah, yeah |
| A pistol in the motherfuckin' party (Glock) |
| Fours on the Mercedes, that’s major (uh uh) |
| Whole gang going crazy, that’s major (uh uh, gang) |
| Millions on the table, that’s major (uh uh) |
| I turned dirt into diamonds, that’s major (uh-huh) |
| Fours on the Mercedes, that’s major (uh uh) |
| Whole gang going crazy, that’s major (uh uh) |
| Millions on the table, that’s major (uh uh) |
| I turned dirt into diamonds, that’s major (uh-huh) |