Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rich Slave, artist - Young Dolph. Album song Rich Slave, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Paper Route Empire
Song language: English
Rich Slave |
All them diamond chains, he look like a rich slave |
All them diamond chains, he look like a rich slave |
Yeah, yeah |
Uh |
Ayy, Chuck Taylors on and a whole lot of ice (Ayy) |
Just to get right, had to gamble with my life (Ayy) |
While you was thinkin' twice, I already rolled the dice (Trap) |
Weighin' bags, runnin' in and out all night (Trap) |
Sing to your bitch like I’m Brian McKnight (Woo) |
Smokin' on some 41, call it Glen Rice (Gelato) |
Ten cars outside and all my shit tight (Skrrt) |
Trap nigga, but I fuck my bitch to Barry White (Uh) |
Told my hitman put him on the hitlist (Yeah) |
Tat my neighborhood on me 'cause it made me rich (Hah) |
Made more money in my hood than Money Makin' Mitch (It's Dolph) |
Stay ten tos down, nigga, don’t flinch (Uh-uh) |
Nah, don’t switch (Never), Dolph, you the shit (Thank you) |
I was drinkin' lean back when Puff was drinkin' Cris' (Raw) |
Jumped in this rap shit and I hit a lick (Damn) |
When I die, split the M’s, give 'em to my kids (Uh) |
All blue diamonds, I don’t look like them (It's Dolph) |
Blueberry Dolph what they call me nowadays (Hah) |
Used to sell a whole lot of bags around the way (Trap) |
Bury me in an AP in my grave (Yeah) |
All them diamond chains, he look like a rich slave (What?) |
All them diamond chains, he look like a rich slave |
Came out my mama, doctor smacked my ass |
I ain’t start cryin', looked at him, said, «Nigga, get paid» (Yeah, yeah) |
Hah, yeah, I hate fame, but everybody know my name (Yeah) |
Hate come with money and they both come with the game (Yeah) |
Everybody love me now, this shit seem strange (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
All them diamond chains, he look like a rich slave (Uh) |
All them diamond chains, he look like a rich slave (Uh) |
All them diamond chains, he look like a rich slave |
Ayy, Chuck Taylors on and a whole lot of ice (Ayy) |
Just to get right, had to gamble with my life (Ayy) |
While you was thinkin' twice, I already rolled the dice (Trap) |
Weighin' bags, runnin' in and out all night (Trap) |
Sing to your bitch like I’m Brian McKnight (Woo) |
Smokin' on some 41, call it Glen Rice (Gelato) |
Ten cars outside and all my shit tight (Skrrt) |
Trap nigga, but I fuck my bitch to Barry White (Uh) |
Big Tre-Tre |
What’s up, Ari? |
Paper Route Business |