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letra de kush on the yacht - young dolph

[intro]
ayy, yeah (skrrt)
three hundred thousand dollar deposit

[verse 1]
i never changed for a b-tch (uh-uh)
got rich, still didn’t switch (nah)
might split a mil with the clique (yeah)
fake love, i don’t feel that sh-t (i hate that sh-t)
i spend a dub on a fit (dizzub)
ayy come get your girl off my d-ck (ugh)
my shooting guards don’t miss (nah)
i just pulled up in the six (hundred)
f-cked her and call her a lyft (b-tch)
lil b-tch i got sh-t to do (b-tch)
i just poured codeine in my cranberry apple juice (haha, pour up)
quarter milly on me, flyin’ around malibu (skrrt)
it’s too much ice, ridiculous (wah)
we do what we wanna, you dig it (you dig it)
my boots and my jacket givenchy (yeah)
might wake up and go buy a bentley (yeah)
my neck and my wrist, they hittin’ (yeah)
pulled out ’cause she tried to kiss me (get out)
my number in her phone then i smashed it (ugh)
once, maybe twice, then i p-ssed it (yeah)
lil mama bougie and nasty (yeah)
my lil n-gga robbin’ and trappin’ (yeah)
dolph why you don’t never want to sign a major deal? (umm)
’cause i’m sh-ttin’ on every n-gga with a major deal (facts)
i own all my sh-t and i collect all of my mils (facts)
remember my best friend used to be my vacuum seal (trap)
three bombs, one day, that’s a half a mil (trap)
too much money up in here, no company at the crib (hahaha)
can you get some money, f-ck you, get it how you live (f-ck you)
b-tch i went from sellin’ pounds to sellin’ ad-libs (it’s dolph)
one show, two shows, three shows, four (four)
i might take that lil money and go buy a lambo, hey
rip my n-gga sambo (rip)
big money sh-t what i stand for (big sh-t)
got the plug on speed dial, yeah (brrt)
yeah, got your b-tch on redial (h-llo?)

[chorus]
drop top (skrrt), black glock (glock)
i put work (work), on my block (yeah)
bust down (ayy), my chain (ayy)
bust down (ayy), my watch (blaow)
syrup in my soda pop (raw)
it’s k!llin’ me but i can’t stop (raw)
yeah i’m addicted to guap (yeah)
they want me dead like pac (hey)
f-ck ’em, go buy another car (f-ck ’em)
f-ck ’em, go buy some more rocks (f-ck ’em)
i’m smokin’ kush on the yacht (hah)
young n-gga playin’ with a lot (a lot)
i just pulled up on the block (hah)
n-gga like look what i got (haha)
young n-gga playin’ with a lot, yeah (a lot)
young n-gga playin’ with a lot (what he doin’?)

[verse 2]
lil n-gga playin’ with a lot (a lot)
and i put that sh-t on god (on god)
boy all that you do is ‘flauge (liar)
my n-ggas gon’ shoot if i nod (get ’em)
your b-tch gon’ f-ck if i let her (ayy come here)
your b-tch gon’ f-ck when i tell her (hah)
gabbana my sneakers and sweater (dolce)
she wanna feel ferrari leather (ah)
i bought my lil boy a tesla (tesla)
i said, “this what you want?” he said, “yessir” (yes sir)
too many chains, my neck hurt (d-mn)
i dive in that money b-tch, headfirst (woo)
too many racks on me
d-mn, man, this sh-t got my leg hurtin’ (d-mn)
i don’t want to hit your weed (why?)
d-mn, man, that sh-t make my head hurt (hah)
came out like it’s fashion week
d-mn, man, sh-t that boy fresh as h-ll
i mix the tom ford with the fear of god
guccis with the new chanel (dolph)
diamonds bitin’, your b-tch barkin’
get out his way, no one can stop him
lil n-gga playin’ with a lot (a lot)
that young n-gga playin’ with a lot (hey)

- young dolph

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