Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Made My Livin off of Drugs, artist - Young Dolph.
Date of issue: 29.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Made My Livin off of Drugs |
Yeah, yeah |
Aye Dolph |
I’m on the Paper Route too nigga |
I’m on the Paper Route too nigga |
(I'm on the Paper Route too nigga) |
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood |
But I grew up and made a living off a drugs |
Seventy G’s invested in my own whip |
72 Chevelle same color as the Crips |
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood |
But I grew up and made a living off a drugs |
Seventy G’s invested in my own whip |
72 Chevelle same color as the Crips |
72 Chevelle same color as the Crips |
Same color diamonds in my motherfucking ears |
The pastor in the church selling my grandmamma hope |
Dolph in the hood, counting money, selling dope |
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood |
But I grew up, got addicted to money and found the plug |
Police run in here, it’s too much dope to flush |
Remember I count 200 bands and said this ain’t enough |
Super sport with wet paint, big feet |
I pull up and kill shit, 6 feet |
One street, 3 spots, a 100 pounds |
8 scales, 10 straps, a 1000 rounds |
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood |
But I grew up and made a living off a drugs |
Seventy G’s invested in my own whip |
72 Chevelle same color as the Crips |
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood |
But I grew up and made a living off a drugs |
Seventy G’s invested in my own whip |
72 Chevelle same color as the Crips |
My partner gang bang but I ain’t joined the gang |
Scooter run the fucking Black Amigo money gang |
50 thousand dollar ring, watch plain Jane |
My nigga Low key Cali creeping and he ain’t bust a brain |
I do a lot of Cali business, they got cheap things |
Flush this shit, I know I’m never going broke again |
Memphis Tenn', Paper Route |
Flying packs landing at the juug house |
I grew up a hustler trappin' at my mama house |
When she go to work I turn it to a crack house |
72 Chevelle same color the Crips |
Dope with no smell, it go for 26 |
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood |
But I grew up and made a living off a drugs |
Seventy G’s invested in my own whip |
72 Chevelle same color as the Crips |
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood |
But I grew up and made a living off a drugs |
Seventy G’s invested in my own whip |
72 Chevelle same color as the Crips |
Patter flip off, money like a wendy’s burglar |
Start big, I’m for a young nigga on a curber |
Run to, «casa» hustle crack off the worker |
Play with my dough, chop a bullet, might just murk ya |
He said if I turned, mo bitch only twenty |
Sellin' pills and weed, I was getting money |
Just another nigga made a million off a words |
Police arrest me like I made a million off a birds |
I flip the strip and made a lick, I’m the shit like a turd |
That choppa blow yo' ass away, yo' shoe left on the curb |
A nigga gotta make a way ‘cause I ain’t trynna loose |
I ain’t giving up, oh shit you can call me Scrooge |
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood |
But I grew up and made a living off a drugs |
Seventy G’s invested in my own whip |
72 Chevelle same color as the Crips |
My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood |
But I grew up and made a living off a drugs |
Seventy G’s invested in my own whip |
72 Chevelle same color as the Crips |