Young Dolph – Death Row Lyrics
Artist: Young Dolph
Song: Death Row
Six trucks, two drop tops, three coupes
Two four doors, three old schools
Hmm, and a whole lotta other sh#t I can’t think of right now
‘Cause I’m high as ****, PaperRoute Frank
Big boss, CEO, on that Suge sh#t (It’s Dolph)
I smoked a kilo, back to back, on that Snoop sh#t (Strong)
On that Dr. Dre sh#t, I’m still ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out ‘lone, on that Pac sh#t
Pull the trigger, let it sing,
I’m on that clock sh#t (For real though)
I’m aimin’ for your top, b#tch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, b#tch
She ask how much cost syrup in my cup, that’s a lot b#tch (Uh)
Ain’t no more purple so I’m drinkin’ yellow snot b#tch (Tussle)
Got some choppers, got a plug, then I got rich (For real though)
Cashed out on three Lamborghinis, just to pop sh#t (For real though)
I brought the millions to the circle, n#gg# mob sh#t (Ayy, ayy)
I pray to God my son don’t get cursed for some sh#t I did (Please)
I hit ’em in the chest and tell ’em that the world his
I put it all on the line, ’cause I’m a gambler n#gg# (Yeah, yeah)
Just bought my brother a mother****in’ phantom lil’ n#gg# (Yeah, yeah)
I kidnapped this b#tch,
She let her phone stay dead for three days (Damn)
I just poured a eight of wock’ wock’, the pitcher of kool aid (Woo)
My barber get a hundo, everytime I get a new fade
Blue Aventador, blue diamonds hit the blue fling
Big boss, CEO, on that Suge sh#t (It’s Dolph)
I smoked a kilo back to back, on that Snoop sh#t (Strong)
On that Dr. Dre sh#t, I’m still ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out ‘lone, on that Pac sh#t
Pull the trigger, let it sing,
I’m on that clock sh#t (For real though)
I’m aimin’ for your top, b#tch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, b#tch
She ask how much cost syrup in my cup, that’s a lot b#tch (Uh)
Pour it ’til it’s dirty (Dirty)
My Glock got a thirty (Extendo)
Family know I’ma get this money, they ain’t gotta worry (Uh-uh)
Forgis when I’m swervin’ (Woah)
Wock, wock when I’m thirsty (Wock’, wock’)
I’ma count paper when the birds start chirpin’ (Trap)
Ten karats solitaires, got my ears hurtin’ (Rocks)
I could never ever chase a b#tch, it’s not worth it
The realest mother****a I know is me but I ain’t perfect
Roll past my ex b#tch house flexin’ on purpose (Haha)
You look good but your baby daddy broke b#tch (Yeah, yeah)
In the trap they love me like the pope b#tch (Yeah, yeah)
Might as well go hang yourself with a rope b#tch (Yeah)
They call me Dr. G.O.A.T., b#tch
Big boss, CEO, on that Suge sh#t (It’s Dolph)
I smoked a kilo back to back, on that Snoop sh#t (Strong)
On that Dr. Dre sh#t, I’m still ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out ‘lone, on that Pac sh#t
Pull the trigger, let it sing,
I’m on that clock sh#t (For real though)
I’m aimin’ for your top, b#tch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, b#tch
She ask how much cost syrup in my cup,
That’s a lot b#tch (That’s a lot b#tch)
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Release Year: 2020