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highclass streetmusic - young dolph lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m in the air, my n*gga, i don’t see sh*t
all these franklins on the floor, making me seasick
uncle, og, yeah, that’s who i eat with
young man [?] sinse birth, boy, you’ll never be sh*t
nina ross, yeah, that’s who i sleep with
better [?] n*gga, she a freak b*tch
and yeah, this that high class street sh*t
mary jane, h*ll yeah, that’s who i creep with
doing 80 while i’m burning up this larry holmes
jump out at the airport, louis carey on
one way ticket, on my way to [?] home
then had lunch with my brownskinned stallion

[chorus]
i get 50 pack and run straight through it
everytime that boy drop, it’s extra stupid
high class street n*gga music
said this that high class street n*gga music
i get 50 pack and run straight through it
everytime that boy drop, it’s extra stupid
high class street n*gga music
said this that high class street n*gga music
[verse 2]
get a 50 pack, and run straight through it
i hit the shopping strip, and run straight through it
pick your b*tch up, and ran straight through her
tall n*gga balling in the trap, no [?]
extended clip on me, h*ll yeah, i’m a shooter
f*ck your baby daddy, b*tch, that n*gga a loser
teach you how to hustle, n*gga, come to my [?]
i got my masters in this sh*t, these lil n*ggas preschoolers
i look like money, and smell like [?]
too much smoke in here, i can bairley breathe
i spit flavor, i don’t talk swag
i got more g’s on the [?] that’s on my gucci bag

- young dolph lyrics

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