young dolph - paranoid lyrics
izze the producer
yeah, yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup)
yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup)
yeah (yup), yeah, yeah
ayy fire that weed up man, ayy
money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
i smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
lil bitty waist (woo), but she got -ss galore
i just count a hundred k and spent it all ’cause i got bored (f-ck it)
smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
she graduated with masters but i treat her like a wh-r- (it’s dolph)
sold a lot of dope, i do it for the dope boys (for real)
the feds in the hood, this sh-t got me paranoid (whoa)
the feds in the hood (whoa)
and i heard they taking pictures, let me knock on wood (sh-t)
i hope those folks don’t come and get us
talkin’ -ss b-tch (shut up)
i cut her off, didn’t need no scissors (nah)
nah i don’t like that n-gg- (f-ck ’em)
so i f-cked his sister (yeah yeah)
i’m tripple blessed, so today i’m rockin’ a jesus piece (yeah yeah)
pull out my garage in some sh-t you
drive on need for speed (yeah yeah)
i gave her a job at my traphouse sackin’ up p’s (trap)
fur across my back, balenciagas on my feet (swag)
go and get a sack young n-gg-, and be all you can be (uh-huh)
i spent two hundred stacks on a coupe with two seats (uh-huh)
i used to go to sleep hungry, didn’t have sh-t to eat (remember that?)
now i gotta smoke a blunt of weed just to eat
money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
i smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
lil bitty waist (woo), but she got -ss galore
i just count a hundred k and spent it all ’cause i got bored (f-ck it)
smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
she graduated with masters but i treat her like a wh-r- (it’s dolph)
sold a lot of dope, i do it for the dope boys (for real)
the feds in the hood, this sh-t got me paranoid (whoa)
patek philippe with residue on it (uh, yeah, yeah)
these diamonds they hit every time i move, don’t it, uh, uh
you can’t eat with me if you ain’t hungry (nah)
i keep some sh-t up my sleeve and it
always got something to do with money (know that)
i’m throwin’ money on monday (yup)
i got the b-tch off the runway (yup)
boy you know i’m about gunplay (yup)
then go pay my t-thes on sunday (thank you god)
i might stop pimpin’ one day (yeah)
i might stop sippin’ one day (d-mn)
i got so high i’m goin’ the wrong way on the f-ckin’ one way
the way i put this sh-t on me, they be like how do he do it? (hah)
don’t you bring that b-tch ’round me my
n-gg-, ’cause you might lose her (yeah)
she told me that she wanna smoke a blunt and f-ck to my music (yeah)
then she gave me head and told me i should go make a movie, ah
money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
i smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
lil bitty waist (woo), but she got -ss galore
i just count a hundred k and spent it all ’cause i got bored (f-ck it)
smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
she graduated with masters but i treat her like a wh-r- (it’s dolph)
sold a lot of dope, i do it for the dope boys (for real)
the feds in the hood, this sh-t got me paranoid (whoa)
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