| Nephew, you ready?
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| Chopstarz, OG Ron C, Young Dolph
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| «Obey Your Thirst,» chopped up, not slopped up
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| (Ayy, Marc, what it do?)
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| Now pour up some (Trauma Tone)
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| Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite, obey your thirst (Raw)
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| She did a pretty bitch, got my weed in her purse (Ooh)
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| Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite, obey your thirst (Raw)
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| She did a pretty bitch, got my weed in her…
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| Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite, obey your thirst (Raw)
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| She did a pretty bitch, got my weed in her purse-purse (Ooh)
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| Quarter-quarter million dollars on the white t-shirt-shirt (Yeah)
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| Rich-rich nigga second, all my real niggas first-first (On God)
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| I didn’t-I didn’t have a job but I had the most work (Trap)
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| All we-all we used to do is drink Act' and smoke purp (Trap)
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| Come through-come through doin' thirty in a brand new 'vert-'vert (Trap)
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| Waste a-waste a whole cup of codeine in my lap and swerve (Shit)
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| Waste a-waste a whole cup of codeine in my lap and swerve (Shit)
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| Waste a-waste whole cup of codeine in my lap and swerve
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| I just waste a whole cup of codeine on my Amiris
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| Got this-got this lil' thick bitch textin' me, talkin' 'bout «Come get me»
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| (Catch a Uber)
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| Breakin' down this broccolini, countin'-countin' up this Jiffy (Bread)
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| Coffee cup with Prometh' in it, eatin' crab-eatin' crab legs at Fleming’s
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| (Thirties)
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| Re-up with too many, now the whole hood litty (Lit)
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| Came in, this shit screamin', fuck a deal but now they feel me (It's Dolph)
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| I’m a- I’m a Memphis nigga, I still eat at Picadilly (It's Dolph)
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| Pull up, then sunk the foreign and top-my top like what’s the deal-y?
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| Grandma told me, «Never trust a nigga, be independent» (Fuck 'em)
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| I just spent a hundo, mother-motherfuckin' pendant-pendant (Ice)
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| Checkin' in five star hotel, is it-is it pleasure or business (What?)
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| Never pleasure, always Paper Route bidness
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| Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite, obey your thirst (Raw)
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| She did a pretty bitch, got my weed in her purse (Ooh)
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| Quarter-quarter million dollars on the white t-shirt-shirt (Yeah)
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| Rich nigga second, all my real niggas first-first (On-on God)
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| I didn’t-I didn’t have a job but I had the most work-work (Trap)
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| All we-all we used to do is drink Act' and smoke purp-purp (Trap)
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| Come through-come through doin' thirty in a brand new 'vert-'vert (Trap)
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| Waste a-waste a whole cup of codeine in my lap and swerve (Swerve)
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| Smokin' weed on the top floor at my hotel like, «Fuck it» (Ayy)
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| Told housekeeping keep her mouth closed, gave her fifteen hunnid (And keep that)
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| She said just give her a blunt and she ain’t gon' say nothin' (A'ight)
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| Then she said, «Can we take a selfie?» |
| Her kids love me
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| Damn (What?), she fucked me up, yes ma’am (Yeah)
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| What the fuck? |
| Stay down 'til I came up (Ayy)
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| Forgiatos match the guts (Ayy)
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| Momma and’nem ain’t want for nothin'
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| Might give you anything but trust (Yep)
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| What’s your purpose for hustlin'?
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| A-K, what I’m ridin'-ridin' with
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| Today-today, pour my-pour my drink and stop and grab some ice from Chik-fil-A
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| (Po' up)
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| Joker-Big Joker in the dick (Damn), you just a little spade, ayy
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| Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite, obey your thirst (Raw)
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| She did a pretty bitch, got my weed in her purse-purse (Ooh)
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| Quarter-quarter million dollars on the white t-shirt-shirt (Yeah)
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| Rich nigga second, all my real niggas first-first (On-on God)
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| I didn’t have a job but I had the most work-work (Trap)
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| All we-all we used to do is drink Act' and smoke purp-purp (Trap)
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| Come through-come through doin' thirty in a brand new 'vert-'vert (Trap)
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| Waste a whole cup of codeine in my lap and swerve (Swerve) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Obey Your Thirst , by - Young Dolph. Song from the album Rich Slave, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп