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young dolph & key glock - somethin' else lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, yo, bandplay)
playing with them bands, ha+ha
play with your b+tch, ayy

[verse 1: key glock]
yep (yep), somethin’ еlse, i just pulled up in somethin’ else (skrrt)
i hopped out with a big glock on my hip, behind my louis belt (yeah)
i’m ballin’ on these n+ggas and my diamonds jumpin’ out the gym
i’m ballin’ on these n+ggas and my diamonds jumpin’ out the gym
i’m ballin’, i might break the rim, glizock, yeah, they ain’t nothin’ like him
my main b+tch think i’m a pimp ’cause all these hoes be on my d+ck (yeah)
these hoes ain’t worth fifty cent (no, these hoes ain’t worth fifty cent, uh+uh, uh+uh)
i just told my n+gga that he gotta get rich or die tryin’ (yeah, yeah)
i’m livin’ life very fast, i blew a bag and got it back (right back)
i just made a couple hundred racks, i’m trying to double that (double that)
i just made a couple hundred racks, i’m trying to triple that
yeah, triple that
i’ve been gettin’ plenty cash
[chorus: young dolph]
i’m livin’ life on the edge, b+tch, i’m all about a check (yeah, yeah)
money, power, and respect, this sh+t runnin’ in my flesh (yeah, yeah)
i’ve been runnin’ up that bag, did that sh+t without no help (uh+uh)
blue diamonds around my neck, they like, “boy, you somethin’ else”

[verse 2: young dolph]
blue rocks, blue rocks (blue rocks)
every three or four months, i go and buy me some new rocks (yeah)
new spot, new drop (yeah)
and the neighborhood beating, and that motherf+cker too hot
i’ve been runnin’ up that bag and i didn’t break a sweat
over a b+tch, i cannot stress, them hoes be like, “d+mn, dolph, you a mess”
paper route the gang, yeah we just crashed the party
these n+ggas study me like i’m mister miyagi (oh)
i just picked your b+tch up in the ferrari (skrr)
smoke a opp on sight like some biscotti (yeah)
spend a stack just on drawers and versace (ayy)
i run sh+t around my way like qaddhafi (yeah+yeah, yeah+yeah)
have i ever had a foursome with four hoes? probably (ha)
at the traphouse doin’ the shmoney dance like bobby (bobby, bobby, shmurda)
i got rich off the box like roddy (roddy, roddy, roddy ricch)
she don’t get what she want, she start pouting (pouting, pouting, pouting)
i like to read but i love counting, run it up

[chorus: key glock]
i’m livin’ life on the edge, b+tch, i’m all about a check (yeah)
money, power, and respect, this sh+t runnin’ through my flesh (yeah, yeah)
i’ve been runnin’ up that bag, i don’t need no f+ckin’ help (uh+uh)
yellow diamonds on my neck, they like, “boy, you somethin’ else”
i’m livin’ life on the edge, b+tch, i’m all about a check (yeah)
money, power, and respect, this sh+t runnin’ through my flesh (runnin’, runnin’)
i’ve been runnin’ up that bag, i don’t need no f+ckin’ help (uh+uh)
yellow diamonds on my neck, they like, “boy, you somethin’ else”
[outro: key glock & young dolph]
the f+ck? (the f+ck? the f+ck? the f+ck? the f+ck? the f+ck? the f+ck?)
yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
buh
i’m livin’ life on the edge, b+tch, i’m all about a check (yeah, yeah)
money, power, and respect, this sh+t runnin’ in my flesh (yeah, yeah)
i’ve been runnin’ up that bag, did that sh+t without no help (uh+uh)
blue diamonds around my neck, they like, “boy, you somethin’ else” (you somethin’ else, you somethin’ else, you somethin’ else, you somethin’ else, you somethin’ else, you somethin’ else)

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