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young dolph & key glock - thats how lyrics

[intro: young dolph]
yeah, woah, yeah, woah, yeah, woah, yeah, woah, yeah
(let the bandplay)
ha (huh)
ayy
oh, you love that b+tch with all your heart, huh?
stupid+ass n+gga, ha

[chorus: young dolph]
nah, i could never ever, ever chase a b+tch (nah)
’cause i’m too busy chasin’ these millions (woo)
too much drip (drippy), too many whips (skrrt)
drop me a four, then take me a sip (raw)
it tastes too good, every day i say i quit (d+mn)
pull up in a challenger, lambo’ on my wrist (what?)
never gave a f+ck, yeah, that’s how i got rich (ayy)
thirty round clip, make ’em do a backflip (yeah, yeah)
[verse 1: young dolph]
get interrogated, i bet he gon’ squeal (ayy)
quarter mill’ just for these rocks in my ears (ayy)
girl, let me squeeze it and see if it’s real (woo)
freaky lil’ new york b+tch, call her lil kim (ayy)
i love that lil’ thing she do with her throat (ayy)
greatest of all time, call that b+tch the goat (ayy)
gettin’ richer and richer (what else?)
ball with my n+ggas (what else?)
smokin’ on zkittlez (uh)
neighborhood dealer, yeah, yeah
f+ck n+gga k!ller, yeah, yeah
bad b+tch getter
take her to the mall, spend cash with her (yeah, yeah)
met her in october (ayy, what’s your name?)
blocked her in november (ayy, block that b+tch)
don’t call me no more, b+tch, i’m recruitin’ all new hoes in december (ha, hey)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), fiend for that skrilla, lil’ n+gga (woo)
yeah (yeah), yeah, malcom x said, “by any means,” lil’ n+gga (i don’t give a f+ck)
cut a n+gga off in a heartbeat (a heartbeat)
too many n+ggas done crossed me (f+ck ’em)
everything i know, the streets taught me (the gutter)
everything i got, the streets bought me

[chorus: young dolph]
nah, i could never ever, ever chase a b+tch (nah)
’cause i’m too busy chasin’ these millions (woo)
too much drip (drippy), too many whips (skrrt)
drop me a four, then take me a sip (raw)
it tastes too good, every day i say i quit (d+mn)
pull up in a challenger, lambo’ on my wrist (what?)
never gave a f+ck, yeah, that’s how i got rich (ayy)
thirty round clip, make ’em do a backflip (yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: young dolph]
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
know a couple n+ggas want me locked up (p+ssy)
know a couple n+ggas want me dead (f+ck ’em)
my dog on the way back to the feds (d+mn, man)
two big booty b+tches in the bed (woo)
these neighborhood diamonds, they blue (frank)
i used to score packs for my piru n+gga (trap)
i see you in too many pictures with the opps, then it’s f+ck you too, n+gga (on god)
ha, rappers ridin’ d+ck for clout (d+mn)
we don’t do that at paper route (d+mn)
broke n+ggas can’t come around (d+mn)
didn’t come up until i stayed down (for real though)
blue diamond t++th when i smile (for real though)
in the bentley coupe drinkin’ cristal (for real though)
they don’t like me, but they like my style (hey)
wow

[verse 3: key glock]
i could never ever, ever, ever chase a b+tch (uh, uh)
’cause i’m too busy chasin’ these millions (yeah)
too much whips (yeah), too much sticks (yeah)
new plain jane rollie cost me two bricks (yeah)
not like i’ma stop buyin’ jewelry, i didn’t
got water on water, finna donate to flint
young n+gga be fresh in her mouth like a mint
i be d+gg+n’ these hoes, but to bae, i’m a gent
these racks be the reason i walk with a limp
i’m ballin’ so hard, better get this on film
sippin’ codeine, baby bottle, no bib
i keep me a k on the side, call it kim
i don’t need a helmet, i been in the field (yeah)
yeah, i’m my own shooter and i shoot to k!ll (yeah)
who f+ckin’ with glock? ayy, let’s keep it real (yeah)
a million is cool, now i want a bill’ (yeah, yeah)
[chorus: young dolph]
nah, i could never ever, ever chase a b+tch (nah)
’cause i’m too busy chasin’ these millions (woo)
too much drip (drippy), too many whips (skrrt)
drop me a four, then take me a sip (raw)
it tastes too good, every day i say i quit (d+mn)
pull up in a challenger, lambo’ on my wrist (what?)
never gave a f+ck, yeah, that’s how i got rich (ayy)
thirty round clip, make ’em do a backflip (yeah, yeah)

[outro: young dolph]
pull up in a challenger, lambo’ on my wrist
never gave a f+ck, yeah, that’s how i got rich
b+tch

- young dolph key glock lyrics

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