young dolph - at the house lyrics
[intro]
ayyy
it’s dolph!
i do this sh-t for real, my n-gga
[verse 1]
that 2 seater, fully loaded. this swisher sweet, fully loaded
this wrist piece, fully loaded
so this four five, fully loaded
them young n-ggas, i can’t control em. pull up with a thirty thousand dollar motor
eyes low, cuz i’m never sober, cuz i’m a mud drinker and a strong smoker
got a little b-tch that get money out pure p-ssion and out stroker’s
my old head n-gga said, “you get too much money, young n-gga stay focused!”
had an out of state plug when i was nineteen n-gga, so i ain’t ever been local
jumped in this rap game, spent a little bit of change, brought the streets with me, now it’s time to take over!
that’s that paper route empire sh-t. got a white girl that like to twerk, and she on that miley cyrus sh-t
don’t need no pen, don’t need no paper. just give me a track, and i’ll demolish it
i’m on the other side of the country, with fifty p’s in my closet, b-tch!
[chorus]
i have the bread in the house
in the bed, in the couch
i came up with a multi-million dollar plan at the house
i don’t trust these hoes, so i don’t get head at the house
i just woke up out a nightmare, f-cking feds ran in the house
press up cds at the house, weighing ps at the house
h-ll nah, i ain’t never had no keys at the house
lotta pistols, a hundred thousand dollar wardrobe at the house
fresh as f-ck and strapped up, every time i leave the house
[verse 2]
i got no cable at the house, just plenty paper at the house
i ain’t talking hoes, when i say i got flavors at the house
stack my paper to the ceiling, went and bought mama a house
said, “mama, do me a favor, and keep yo -ss up out the south.”
now mama waving at her white neighbors, just chillin at the house
but daddy just like me, that n-gga still running in and out
what you doing in the hood dad? “young n-gga watch your mouth”
my mama just called me tipsy, say she brought me in and she’ll take me out
d-mn, what the f-ck? yeah i’m still dealin’ with this
daddy just like me, south memphis n-gga, that’s real n-gga sh-t
hood n-gga run through a couple hundred bands while i’m eating on a box of popeyes
i’m connected like wi-fi
n-gga that’s why i…
[chorus]
i have the bread in the house
in the bed, in the couch
i came up with a multi-million dollar plan at the house
i don’t trust these hoes, so i don’t get head at the house
i just woke up out a nightmare, f-cking feds ran in the house
press up cds at the house, weighing ps at the house
h-ll nah, i ain’t never had no keys at the house
lotta pistols, a hundred thousand dollar wardrobe at the house
fresh as f-ck and strapped up, every time i leave the house
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