笨小笨Preach (Explicit)歌词由Young Dolph演唱，出自专辑《High Class Street Music 4: American Gangster (Explicit)》，下面是《Preach (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Preach (Explicit)歌词完整版
Lyrics by：Young Dolph
Composed by：Young Dolph
Zaytoven
Ayeeeee
You know what up haha
It's Dolph
Zay what's poppin'
Never trust a b***h never trust a n***a
F**k b***hes f**k b***hes
Get the scrilla
Young hustla these muthaf**kin' n***as
Never trust a B***h n***a get the scrilla
I don't f**k with these n***as cause they shady
These B*****s they just wanna have my baby
Born in the 80s crack baby
Mama she was in the streets so guess who raised me
The streets
You muthaf**kin' right
Couldn't get it from my mama so I got it off the block
Been working my whole life
But I ain't never punched the clock
9 years old I seen a n***a get shot d**n
N***as quick to run their mouth when they get jammed
P***y a*s n***a telling on his own fam
P***y
Same n***a that you break your neck for
Be the same n***a that cross you out and wet you up
'Pose to be chasin' money but you chasin' b***hes
Real bosses don't talk we just sit back and listen
Stack that paper up and then make boss moves
She like to argue so I sent that B***h to law school
Keep it real with your dawg no matter what
Preach
Same B***h that claim she love you she'll set you up
Preach
Out here in these streets it ain't no such thing as love
Preach
The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs
Preach
Real n***a s**t only what I do and speak
If that n***a don't work he a f**kin' leech
Preach
I ain't got s**t for a n***a
Ain't nothing in this muthaf**kin' world free
Preach
Zay got the muthaf**kin' bass thumpin
Dolph got the muthaf**kin' trap jumpin
Doors to the trap open I'll sell you something
Hell nah don't ask I ain't frontin nothing
I f**ked yo B***h then told her I'll see you around
Dolph just skipped town with 2 hunnit thou'
Dolph just poured an 8 in a two liter pop
They say Dolph addicted to these streets just like his pops
Addicted to hustlin' I can't stop
Can't stop
Won't stop
Won't stop
Can't stop
Never hear me complaining 'bout what I ain't got
Cause if I want it I'ma go get it
Free my n***a Yo Diddy
Got Paper Route tatted on yo ho titty
Same n***a you gettin' high with he really yo enemy
Everyday n***as cross they patnas out for Benjamins
Keep it real with your dawg no matter what
Preach
Same B***h that claim she love you she'll set you up
Preach
Out here in these streets it ain't no such thing as love
Preach
The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs
Preach
Real n***a s**t only what I do and speak
If that n***a don't work he a f**kin' leech
Preach
I ain't got s**t for a n***a
Ain't nothing in this muthaf**kin' world free
Preach
