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young dolph - what's poppin lyrics

[verse 1]
they ask me what’s the difference between me and the rest of these n-ggas
i ain’t sh-t like the rest of these n-ggas
f-ck these n-ggas, i ain’t got no sympathy. it’s time i flex on these n-ggas
if you ain’t worth a half a mil you can’t stand next to me n-gga x2
you d-mn right, yup i let the streets get the best of me n-gga
got a hundred bands on me and that tec with me n-gga
uh huh, yeah that’s why i walk like this
style on these n-ggas and i talk like this
got another coupe and went and blowed another 30 on my wrist
had 40 racks on me same day i met 2 chainz
quarter million dollar n-gga before i ever met gucci mane
n-ggas better go back and listen to that welcome to dolph world
everything i got, b-tch i got it on my own
everybody keep asking what’s up with me and yo gotti
f-ck all that, let’s talk about that new porsche i’m riding
i’m getting money, they getting money. that’s the end of that
yall know how this memphis sh-t be
you doing your own thing then they don’t want to see you eat
d-mn but you know me, i’m in the streets
just k!lled a 50 pack of strong and still k!lling squeeky beats
it’s about to be a hot summer, a lot of money, no sleep
real n-ggas what’s poppin, bad b-tches what’s poppin
put your hand down, you ain’t bad b-tch stop it
hustlers what’s poppin, gangsters what’s poppin
keep one in the chamber, nah i ain’t gotta c-ck it
daddyo what’s poppin, you know how we rockin
you know we love the streets my n-gga but we gotta stop it
yo mama sick and she need you out here dog
so i’ll be d-mned if i let these streets take you out here dog
h-ll nah, you like my big brother
your mama like my mama, my mama like your mama
you call my daddy pops, we almost died together
plus a lot of sh-t i can’t talk about, american gangster n-gga
they thought i was playing when i told them we was trapping out the mansion n-gga
stupid crib in woodland hills, i did that a long time ago
real n-ggas, what’s poppin
bad b-tches, what’s poppin
paper route, what’s poppin

- young dolph lyrics

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