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young dolph - baller alert lyrics

(izze the producer)
oh yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
ha ha
(honorary member)

i smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (d-mn)
i smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (woah)

i heard you beefin’, ain’t n-body got shot yet?
four hundred thousand dollar coupe parked in the projects
a half a million dollar wardrobe in the closet
only n-gg- in the city 488 ‘rari
i wen’t from sellin’ bales to sellin’ out shows, n-gg-
who cut the lights on? got all my ice on
f–k a record deal, f–k a co-sign
i signed to the plug, n-gg-, back in oh-five (aye)
made a quarter million sellin’ dope in north memphis
made a whole ticket, n-gg-, just in south memphis
remember all the bad b-tches stay in east memphis
but i think my black haven b-tch was the thickest (for real)
but i swear my california b-tch was the littest
i just flew a bad b-tch in from philly
she said she just wanna f–k and go to wet w-ll–s
i just had a smoke session in the back of the bentley (hey, give me a lighter)
i might send twenty to your doorstep for christmas (merry christmas)
they don’t want us to ball, they want us in prison (d-mn)
i spent in the mall every time that i visit
i’m on tour ‘cross the country, bunch of skreet n-gg-s with me
them n-gg-s rappin’ them fake gangsta stories in the way
i can show you how to get eighty pounds in one day
they can teach you how to hate, i’m a show you how to get paid
i put 20k dirty money in the collection plate
aye, nine-hundred bands in my old-school chevrolet (yeah)
racks on top of racks, everyday i elevate (yeah)
dodged a fed case, so everyday i celebrate (say what?)
dodged a fed case, so everyday i celebrate (whoo)
god keep blessin’ me, so everyday i meditate (thank you)
them b-tches, i don’t trust ’em, tell a hater i say “f–k ’em”
aye, aye, i be fresh as f–k when you see me donnin’
tell the truth f–k n-gg-, you wanna be me donnin’
doin’ donuts in a coupe that costs a house (skrr)
aye, be quiet, you can’t hear ’em, smokin’ loud
this lil’ bad b-tch with me poppin’ perkies
i say “what that is? “, she say “that’s a thirty”
i woke up this mornin’ in a penthouse
turnin’ down bad b-tches, i’m the sh-t now
i’m geeked up, facebook
twenty glocks, three carbons, eight dracos
at the [?] house stackin’ money like it’s legos
smokin’ big blunts, rubber bendin’ pesos
she mad at me just because i never text her back (d-mn)
she just want me to come over and k!ll her from the back (back)

- young dolph lyrics

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