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letra de bars - young dolph

[verse:]
i f-cked my money up, then i couldn’t do sh-t
what the f-ck you do, dolph? i don’t know what the h-ll i did
60 racks gone, and i don’t know where the f-ck it went
f-ck all that [?] back again
locked the ceo up, now i’m the ceo bruh
the other half is [?], all we burn is [?]
f-ck with him, and i promis all your thoughts gon be all over your patio
dolph from south memphis,but i got b-tches in the vally though
high class street n-gga, still keep that heat n-gga
keep it like i keep something from [?] n-gga
paper route be what it be, n-gga
yeah it’s time to eat, n-gga
6 figure bomb on it, [?] it’s time to feast, n-gga
it’s dolph, i’m the sh-t
ask your sister, ask your antie, ask your cousin, ask your b-tch
we burning up [?] on my side of town
welcome y’all to the 2011 funky town
n-ggas still snorting, but i don’t do that snorting
spent 10,000 on my kush habbit and polo horses
10 times your car though, 20 times your mortgage
me and that skrilla squad, that’s a million dollar portion
[?] than a foreign
peeking out the blinds, for [?] tourests
still paranoid [?]
they say his flavor extra hot, but his mouth scorching
i damb near k!lled myself when i fell asleep behind that wheel
diamonds in my ear, my future crystal clear
look i ain’t got time for bullsh-t, a hundred rounds in my clip
chopper on my back seat, same side my [?]
and i ain’t talking body fat when i tell you get your weight up
[?] blazed up
gucci floss when i wake up
ain’t no secret i’m caked up
and yeah i f-cked your wife, cause she was easy as a lay up
and na we didn’t lay up, she got up and fixed her makeup
i threw my prada chucks back on, back to counting this paper
what’s that on that table?
multi different flavors
and when he get into that booth [?] flavors
i never been a fan of tv, cause i grew up with no cable
but now i got a stash house, no fernecher, no cable
them old school players tell me, boy you stay sharp as a raiser
homeboy i been major
i make that sh-t look easy
i got your b-tch with her legs up top [?] take it easy
the zip i’m burning straight out [?]
and if it’s bout money [?] young master p
ain’t no limit to them numbers, i [?]
got the sh-t on master lock, why i got the master key
n-gga, don’t speak my name unless you want a family tragity
i got a stupid sack, that’s why them bad b-tches harassing me
watching the [?] at the hiltin while i’m burning trees

- young dolph

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