young dolph – in charlotte lyrics
what watch should i put on though?
aye what car should i drive today?
aye somebody roll up a blunt
big money sh-t
if young metro don’t trust you, i’m gon’ shoot you
million dollars cash, all twenties in the closet
bought a short bus because my ice game r-t-rded
self-made millionaire, now i’m labelled a target
f**ked that b-tch and put her out ’cause her p-ssy was garbage
yeah them b-tches bad so i p-ss ’em to my lil n-gg-s
they wanna act up so i p-ss them boys to the hitters
don’t ask me why they mad, i don’t know, i’m getting too much scrilla
my bank account got big and my head got even bigger
white audemar, gold bracelet, big rocks
a whole month straight ain’t been b-mpin’ sh-t but pac
coogi sweater on, r.i.p. b-i-g (biggie!)
i just left la on the way to nyc
call me water boy ’cause i’m dripping all this water
met her down in florida but i f**ked that b-tch in charlotte
born a dope boy, never wanted to go to college
bad puerto rican, new york b-tch, met her in starlets
i shut down the party, i shut down the party
went and parked the ‘rari then i go jump on the harley
pull up, go and throw a dub at cameo in charlotte
i shut down the party, i shut down the party
godd-mn man
who the f**k is this? h-llo?
h-llo, h-llo, hold up
are y’all straight bruh?
yeah, w-ssup bruh?
aye y’all straight, you straight?
man what the f**k happened man, we heard about this sh-t, what the f**k happened up there man? what y’all got going on? huh?
that n-gg- shot all the motherf**kin’ bullets, ain’t hit sh-t
stupid -ss n-gg-
just cause my money keep running like forrest gump
i got n-gg-s hate me like i’m donald trump
where i’m from you don’t make it to see 21
that’s why all these young n-gg-s ridin’ ’round with their gun
front page newspaper, number one topic
n-gg-s mad at dolph obama just ’cause i’m the hottest
can’t n-body stop me, man my neck so rocky
said she seen flippa dancing and that’s how she spot me
two things that i just can’t respect
a f**k n-gg- and a lying -ss b-tch
that lil’ n-gg- keep on running up that check
i gave my dogs the recipe to get rich
they started shooting, we didn’t even break a sweat
april fools, the trick’s on you b-tch
you playing checkers lil’ boy, i’m playing chess
i just scored again boy, all nets
paper route, we got now and next
that’s a motherf**king mansion ’round my neck
i’m in a chevelle, but the motor it came out a vette
i might sign with dj khaled, because we the best, hah
call me water boy ’cause i’m dripping all this water
met her down in florida but i f**ked that b-tch in charlotte
born a dope boy, never wanted to go to college
bad puerto rican, new york b-tch, met her in starlets
i shut down the party, i shut down the party
went and parked the ‘rari then i go jump on the harley
pull up, go and throw a dub at cameo in charlotte
i shut down the party, i shut down the party
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