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rnb - young dolph lyrics

[intro: young dolph]
(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 f*ck up”)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: young dolph]
ten toes, stayed down (yeah), real hustlin’ (yeah)
cut a couple n*ggas’ water off, but still love ’em (f*ck ’em)
young n*gga, 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 motherf*cker, 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 sh*t, 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 n*ggas the neighborhood terrorists
[chorus: young dolph & megan thee stallion]
drive my lambo’ like a chevy on some rich n*gga sh*t (skrrt)
you can’t talk to my girl, she a rich n*gga b*tch
told the teacher i was gon’ be on the rich n*gga list (told you)
black ass n*gga, quarter mil’ on his wrist (hey)
black ass n*gga with a bad ass b*tch (uh)
i went got the bag and now everything lit (uh)
i went got the bag and now everything lit (for real, though, yeah)
i went all the way through h*ll and back to get to this (ayy, ayy, yeah)

[verse 2: megan thee stallion]
please don’t wish me well if you used to give me h*ll
n*ggas 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 b*tch 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 of a b*tch (way too real of a b*tch)
ayy, he told me watch my mouth, i told him, “n*gga, watch your kids,” huh
this that rich b*tch p*ssy, if it ain’t, then he ain’t lookin’ (he ain’t lookin’)
you can’t take my n*gga from me with your cleanin’ or your cookin’ (or your cookin’, b*tch)
drive my phantom through the hood on some rich n*gga sh*t, ayy (skrrt)
you can’t f*ck my n*gga ’cause he with a rich b*tch (ah)

[chorus: young dolph]
drive my lambo’ like a chevy on some rich n*gga sh*t (skrrt)
you can’t talk to my girl, she a rich n*gga b*tch
told the teacher i was gon’ be on the rich n*gga list (told you)
black ass n*gga, quarter mil’ on his wrist (hey)
black ass n*gga with a bad ass b*tch (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 h*ll and back to get to this (yeah)
[bridge: young dolph]
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)
sh*t, rocks around my neck, they match the ones that’s on my ‘fit (d*mn)
seen a girl from high school in traffic, blew her a kiss (what up?)
too rich for a broke b*tch, baby, nah, we don’t mix
i got bad b*tches comin’ by the twos like a twix

- young dolph lyrics

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