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Young Dolph

911

 

911

(album: High Class Street Music 4: American Gangster - 2014)


[Hook:]
These bad bitches love a nigga, you know that bout
Got that 911 parked in front of my trap house
Momma said "what the fuck, boy you flipping out"
Got that 911 sitting outside the trap house
Welcome to my world where I do this shit they rap bout
Got that 911 parked in front of my trap house
Got that 911 sitting in front of my trap house
Got that 911 sitting outside my trap house

[Verse 1:]
I was chilling in South Memphis, bumping Jeezy trap or die
Getting 10 thangs in the weekend I ain't never have to try
Trapping ain't dead, man these niggas just some pussies
My nigga just caught a quarter million and smoked up all the cookies
Your bitch played in her pussy, claim she on
But nigga I took that and made her bring her best friend too, cause that bitch kept looking
Girl you so fine I wanna turn you around from the back and give you a wooping
It's back to my trap house, where we don't do no cooking
No baking soda, no books or pots, got plenty P's I'll sell some pot
Yea bitch I'm the weed man, just bought all the pints from the lean man
Got a couple choppers, a lot of sandwich bags all sorts of glocks
Dolph just parked the drop on the block

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Foreign parked in the front
A couple of oldschools in the back
All the work gone, so we ain't doing nothing but fucking bitches at the trap
If I get a hoe to your bitches it's a wrap
Dope boy in my free time I rap
Don't get me confused with none of these rappers
Bitch I'm your baby daddy favorite trapper
Make your whole years salary in my neighbourhood, three days
Even my neighbour smoke weed, so yeah my neighbour good
Nigga I got my own neighbourhood watch, so if you try to break in my spot
Nigga you might just make it not out
choppers across the street, sitting in that vacant house
Don't know what these niggas on , but we on that paper route
If it ain't about money I don't wanna hear it
And if that bitch ain't bad, I ain't going near it

[Hook]

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