letra de always - young dolph
[intro]
(ceoo turn that beat up)
it’s some sh-t you just gotta do
ain’t no way around that sh-t, like straight up for real for real
[chorus]
always look a man in the eye (for real)
never let a b-tch see you cry (don’t do that)
always keep yo’ glock on yo’ side (hey, hey)
bury me in designer when i die (uh-huh)
always look a man in the eye (yeah)
never let a b-tch see you cry (nah)
always keep yo’ strap on yo’ side (yeah)
bury me in designer when i die (yeah)
[verse 1]
drinking on that activity, can barely drive (pour up)
pull up on her, told her jump in, lets go take a ridе (lets go)
if he can’t look you in yo’ eyе, then that n-gga lying (he lying)
i nod my head and my lil n-ggas send some bullets flyin’ (woah)
when police stop me he say that my car a one of a kind (thank you)
yo’ girl with me with no panties on, drinking red wine (woo)
she sophisticated (d-mn), but she a freak though (yeah)
she a freak ho (yeah), touch yo’ knees, ho (hey)
my left arm on thirty below zero (wooooo)
we ain’t got a 12, turned to the neighborhood hero (its dolph)
every pocket i got a motherf-ckin’ b-roll (bankroll)
i keep winnin’ like i got a f-ckin’ cheat code
[chorus]
always look a man in the eye (for real)
never let a b-tch see you cry (don’t do that)
always keep yo’ glock on yo’ side (hey, hey)
bury me in designer when i die (uh-huh)
always look a man in the eye (yeah)
never let a b-tch see you cry (nah)
always keep yo’ strap on yo’ side (yeah)
bury me in designer when i die (yeah)
[verse 2]
i look my plug in the eye, then i hand him the bag
i blew up in the trap, livin’ reckless and fast
like michael jackson, i’m bad
eight thousand dollar motorcycle jacket, thats swag (hey)
i can’t respect a n-gga that ain’t ’bout his cake, bruh (nah)
“dolph, you the realest n-gga in the game” you late, bruh
money get low, i call the plug and i make somethin’ shake, bruh (hey)
if i don’t make it, i take it, no patience to wait, bruh (uh-uh)
always keep a glock and stay fly (stay fly)
and i’m quick to tell a b-tch to lie (hahaha)
i asked her “can i hit that p-ssy from the side?” (yeah)
i told my homeboy don’t let no busters in my funeral when i die (hey)
[chorus]
always look a man in the eye (for real)
never let a b-tch see you cry (don’t do that)
always keep yo’ glock on yo’ side (hey, hey)
bury me in designer when i die (uh-huh)
always look a man in the eye (yeah)
never let a b-tch see you cry (nah)
always keep yo’ strap on yo’ side (yeah)
bury me in designer when i die (yeah)
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