Young Dolph – Death Row Lyrics

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[Intro]
Let the BandPlay (Let the BandPlay, Let the BandPlay)
Six trucks, two drop tops, three coupes
Two four doors, three old schools
Hmm, and a whole lotta other shit I can’t think of right now
‘Cause I’m high as fuck, PaperRoute [?]

[Chorus]
Big boss, CEO, on that Suge shit (Let’s go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on that Snoop shit
On that Dr. Dre shit, I’m still ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out ‘lone, on that Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I’m on that clock shit (For real though)
I’m aimin’ for your top, bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost [?] my coupe, that’s a lot bitch (Uh)

[Verse 1]
Ain’t no more purple so I’m drinkin’ yellow [?] (Tussle)
Got some choppers, got a plug, then I got rich (For real though)
Cashed out on three Lamborghinis, just to pop shit (For real though)
I brought the millions to the circle, nigga mob shit (Ayy, ayy)
I pray to God my son don’t get cursed for some shit I did (Please)
I hit ’em in the chest and tell ’em that the world his
I put it all on the line, ’cause I’m a gamblin’ nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Trip off my brother, motherfuckin’ phantom lil’ nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I can’t have this bitch, she let her phone stay dead for three days (Damn)
I just poured a eight of wock’ wock’, the picture coolin’ (Woo)
My barber get a hundo, everytime I get a new fade
Blue Aventador, blue diamonds hit the blue fling

[Chorus]
Big boss, CEO, on that Suge shit (Let’s go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on that Snoop shit
On that Dr. Dre shit, I’m still ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out ‘lone, on that Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I’m on that clock shit (For real though)
I’m aimin’ for your top, bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost [?] my coupe, that’s a lot bitch (Uh)

[Verse 2]
Pour it ’til it’s dirty (Dirty)
My Glock got a thirty (Extendo)
Family know I’ma get this money, they ain’t gotta worry (Uh-uh)
Forgis when I’m swervin’ (Woah)
Wock, wock when I’m dirty (Wock’, wock’)
I’ma count paper when the birds start chirpin’ (Trap)
Ten karats solitaires, got my ears hurtin’ (Rocks)
I could never ever chase a bitch, it’s not worth it
The realest motherfucka I know is me but I ain’t perfect
Replace my ex bitch, I was flexin’ on purpose (Haha)
You look good but your baby daddy broke bitch (Yeah, yeah)
In the trap they love me like the pope bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Might as well go hang yourself with a rope bitch (Yeah)
They call me Dr. G.O.A.T., bitch

[Chorus]
Big boss, CEO, on that Suge shit (Let’s go)
I smoked a kilo, bagged a bag, on that Snoop shit
On that Dr. Dre shit, I’m still ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out ‘lone, on that Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I’m on that clock shit (For real though)
I’m aimin’ for your top, bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost [?] my coupe, that’s a lot bitch (That’s a lot bitch)

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