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RNB (Explicit) - Young Dolph
Lyrics by：Adolph Thornton/JR./Megan Pete/Jordan Houston/Willie Hutch
Composed by：Adolph Thornton/JR./Megan Pete/Jordan Houston/Willie Hutch
Produced by：Juicy J
Play me some pimpin' man
Baby
Baby baby baby
Oh baby baby
Uh-huh
Yeah yeah it's dolph
What juicy say he be like shut the **** up
Yeah yeah yeah
Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy
On some rich nigga **** skrrt
You can't talk to my girl
She a rich nigga *****
Told the teacher I was gon' be on
The rich nigga list told you
Black a*s nigga quarter mil'
On his wrist hey
Black a*s nigga with a bad a*s ***** uh
I went got the bag and now everything lit uh
I went got the bag and now everything
Lit for real though
I went all the way through hell
And back to get to this yeah
Ten toes stayed down yeah real hustlin' yeah
Cut a couple niggas' water off
But still love 'em **** 'em
Young nigga big heart big big nuts big
G-wagen or the double-r which truck
Ball hard for the days
When I didn't have it ayy
She bad as a ************
But she still ratchet ayy
Started in South Memphis ended up
In a mansion ayy
Ain't no stylist needed here
Crazy with the fashion uh-huh
I'm just poppin' my **** nah
I ain't braggin' yeah yeah
Pickin' up bags all in Paris yeah yeah
Flood my neck out with some carats uh
My young niggas the neighborhood terrorists
Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy on
Some rich nigga **** skrrt
You can't talk to my girl
She a rich nigga *****
Told the teacher I was gon'
Be on the rich nigga list told you
Black a*s nigga quarter mil' on his wrist hey
Black a*s nigga with a bad a*s ***** uh
I went got the bag and now everything lit uh
I went got the bag and now everything
Lit yeah for real though
I went all the way through hell
And back to get to this yeah
Please don't wish me well
If you used to give me hell
Niggas spend they last to fake
It when it's free to be real huh
Please don't come and tell me
'Bout no story that you heard
This is not sesame street
I do not kick it with no birds ah
Brown skin ***** in a black
Lam' swervin' black lam' swervin'
I just blew a bag on all-black birkin
On an all-black birkin
I think that I might be way too real
Way too real of a *****
Ayy he told me watch my mouth
I told him nigga watch your kids huh
This that rich ***** p***y
If it ain't then he ain't lookin' he ain't lookin'
You can't take my nigga from me
With your cleanin' or your cookin'
Or your cookin' *****
Drive my phantom through the hood
On some rich nigga **** ayy skrrt
You can't **** my nigga
'Cause he with a rich ***** ah
Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy
On some rich nigga **** skrrt
You can't talk to my girl
She a rich nigga *****
Told the teacher I was gon'
Be on the rich nigga list told you
Black a*s nigga quarter
Mil' on his wrist hey
Black a*s nigga with a bad a*s ***** uh
I went got the bag and now everything lit uh
I went got the bag and now
Everything lit for real though
I went all the way through hell
And back to get to this yeah
I went got the bag and now
Everything lit the bag
I went got the bag and now
Everything lit the bag
I went got the bag and now
Everything lit the bag
I went got the bag and now
Everything lit woo
**** rocks around my neck they match
The ones that's on my 'fit damn
Seen a girl from high school
In traffic blew her a kiss what up
Too rich for a broke *****
Baby nah we don't mix
I got bad ******* comin'
By the twos like a twix
Drive my Lambo' like a Chevy
On some rich nigga **** skrrt
You can't talk to my girl
She a rich nigga *****
Told the teacher I was gon' be on
The rich nigga list told you
Black a*s nigga quarter mil' on his wrist hey
Black a*s nigga with a bad a*s ***** uh
I went got the bag and now everything lit uh
I went got the bag and now
Everything lit for real though
I went all the way through hell
And back to get to this yeah
