young dolph - on the river lyrics
[intro]
pretty white b-tches sniffing cocaine
my traphouse lying like the soultrain
i had a dream when i was a young n-gg-
me too
bad b-tches
and a lot of money
yeah
big pound of weed in that motherf-cker
gang gang
[hook: young dolph]
if she ain’t pretty she can’t ride with me (h-ll no)
if she ain’t got -ss i don’t wanna smash (no thank you)
weed so good i don’t wanna p-ss (wooh!)
all i smoke is k!ller (strong)
your b-tch look like thriller (yeah)
i might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
you’re f-cking with the realest (yeah)
don’t know it n-gg- really
i can show you how to make that money triple (work)
took her out to eat, f-cked her on the river (huh)
[verse 1: young dolph]
syrup sipper, and she f-ck with that liquor
took her out to eat, f-cked her on the river
she started with me first, pulling on my zipper
she ridiculous so you know i had to hit her
god d-mn, h-ll no, boy you know i didn’t kiss her
i’m from memphis you know i thought about pimping
g’s up hoes down
i might break a b-tch like i break down a pound
want the work for cheap jump on a plane go out of town
yeah you see that boy solid make that p-ssy stay from round
all i wanna do is count money lay up with my lil b-tch
rich n-gg-s ain’t dumb, dumb n-gg-s ain’t rich
[hook: young dolph]
if she ain’t pretty she can’t ride with me (h-ll no)
if she ain’t got -ss i don’t wanna smash (no thank you)
weed so good i don’t wanna p-ss (wooh!)
all i smoke is k!ller (strong)
your b-tch look like thriller (yeah)
i might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
you’re f-cking with the realest (yeah)
don’t know it n-gg- really
i can show you how to make that money triple (work)
took her out to eat, f-cked her on the river (huh)
[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
all i smoke is k!ller, gotta shout out k!ller
see me in the club i be standing next to k!llers
got a crib in cali so my car ain’t got no ceilings
smelling like that kk when i walk into the building
thankful tryna get another million
get jammed up he gone’ sing like bryson tiller
garage look like the dealer
y’all done look familiar
plus i rep them stillers
don’t care what the bill is
buy it all, buy it all, buy it all
i met the b-tch on the first night she gone’ try it all
lie for bad for a n-gg- cause he keep tryna call
got a rob her up my crib she’ll be back to you tomorrow
[hook: young dolph]
if she ain’t pretty she can’t ride with me (h-ll no)
if she ain’t got -ss i don’t wanna smash (no thank you)
weed so good i don’t wanna p-ss (wooh!)
all i smoke is k!ller (strong)
your b-tch look like thriller (yeah)
i might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
you’re f-cking with the realest (yeah)
don’t know it n-gg- really
i can show you how to make that money triple (work)
took her out to eat, f-cked her on the river (huh)
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