Young Dolph – Preach Lyrics
Artist: Young Dolph
Song: Preach
(Zaytoven)
Ayy
You know what up, haha
It’s Dolph
Zay, what’s poppin’?
Never trust a b#tch, never trust a n#gg#
f#ck b#tches, f#ck b#tches, get the scrilla
Don’t trust these motherf#ckin’ n#gg#s
Never trust a b#tch, n#gg#, get scrilla (Uh-huh)
I don’t f#ck with these n#gg#s ’cause they shady
These b#tches, they just wanna have my baby
Born in the ’80s, crack baby (Damn)
Mama, she was in the streets, so guess who raised me? (The streets, n#gg#)
You motherf#ckin’ right
Couldn’t get it from my mama, so I got it off the block
Been workin’ my whole life, but I ain’t never punched a clock (Trappin’)
Nine years old, I seen a n#gg# get shot, damn
n#gg#s quick to run they mouth when they get jammed (What?)
p#ss#-ass n#gg# tell it on his own fam (p#ss#)
The same n#gg# that you break your neck for (Yeah)
Be the same n#gg# that cross you out and wet you up (Ayy)
‘Posed to be chasin’ money, but you chasin’ b#tches (What you doin’?)
Real bosses don’t talk, we just sit back and listen (Uh-huh)
Stack that paper up and then make boss moves (Yeah)
She like to argue, so I sent that b#tch to law school
Keep it real with your dog no matter what (Preach)
Same b#tch 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#gg# sh#t only what I do and speak
If that n#gg# don’t work, he a f#ckin’ leech (Preach)
I ain’t got sh#t for a n#gg#
Ain’t nothin’ in this motherf#ckin’ world free (Preach)
Zay got the motherf#ckin’ bass thumpin’ (Zay)
Dolph got the motherf#ckin’ trap jumpin’ (It’s Dolph)
Doors to the trap open, I’ll sell you something (What you want?)
Hell nah, don’t ask, I ain’t frontin’ nothing (Hell nah)
I f#cked your b#tch, then told her, “I’ll see you around” (Haha)
Dolph just skipped town with two hundred thou’
Dolph just poured an eight in a two-liter pop (Pour up)
They say Dolph addicted to these streets just like his pops (Damn)
Addicted to hustlin’, I can’t stop (Can’t stop)
Won’t stop (Won’t stop), can’t stop (Ayy)
Never hear me complainin’ ’bout what I ain’t got (Nah)
‘Cause if I want it, I’ma go get it (Ayy, yeah, ayy)
Free my n#gg# Yo Diddy (Ayy)
Got Paper Route tatted on your ho titty (Empire)
Same n#gg# you gettin’ high with, he really your enemy (Damn)
Every day, n#gg#s cross they partners out for Benjamins
Keep it real with your dog no matter what (Preach)
Same b#tch 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#gg# sh#t only what I do and speak
If that n#gg# don’t work, he a f#ckin’ leech (Preach)
I ain’t got sh#t for a n#gg#
Ain’t nothin’ in this motherf#ckin’ world free (Preach)
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From the album:
High Class Street Music 4: American Gangster [Explicit]
Release Year: 2014