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Death Row
Young Dolph Lyrics
Death Row Lyrics
Death Row by Young Dolph
Let the BandPlay (Let the BandPlay, Let the BandPlay)
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 f**k, PaperRoute [?]
[Chorus]
Big boss, CEO, on that Suge sh*t (Let’s go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on that Snoop sh*t
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**ch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, b**ch
She ask how much cost [?] my coupe, that’s a lot b**ch (Uh)
[Verse 1]
Ain’t no more purple so I’m drinkin’ yellow [?] (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, nigga 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 gamblin’ nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Trip off my brother, motherf**kin’ phantom lil’ nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I can’t have this b**ch, she let her phone stay dead for three days (Damn)
I just poured a eight of wock’ wock’, the picture coolin’ (Woo)
My barber get a hundo, everytime I get a new fade
Blue Aventador, blue diamonds hit the blue fling
[Chorus]
Big boss, CEO, on that Suge sh*t (Let’s go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on that Snoop sh*t
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**ch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, b**ch
She ask how much cost [?] my coupe, that’s a lot b**ch (Uh)
[Verse 2]
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 dirty (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**ch, it’s not worth it
The realest motherf**ka I know is me but I ain’t perfect
Replace my ex b**ch, I was flexin’ on purpose (Haha)
You look good but your baby daddy broke b**ch (Yeah, yeah)
In the trap they love me like the pope b**ch (Yeah, yeah)
Might as well go hang yourself with a rope b**ch (Yeah)
They call me Dr. G.O.A.T., b**ch
[Chorus]
Big boss, CEO, on that Suge sh*t (Let’s go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on that Snoop sh*t
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**ch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, b**ch
She ask how much cost [?] my coupe, that’s a lot b**ch (That’s a lot b**ch)
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