letra de obey your thirst (og) - young dolph
lyrics from snippet
[chorus]
still pourin’ syrup, dirty sprite, obey your thirst (raw)
saditty, pretty b-tch, got my weed in her purse-purse (ooh)
quarter-quarter million dollars on a white shirt, t-shirt (yeah)
rich-rich n-gga second, i’m a real n-gga first-first (on god)
i didn’t have a job but i had the most work (trap)
all we used to do is drink act’ and smoke purp (trap)
pull up with my glock out, ready to make ’em serve
waste a whole cup of codeine in my lap and swerve (sh-t)
[verse 1]
i just waste a whole cup of codeine on my amiris
got this-got this lil’ thick b-tch textin’ me, talkin’ ’bout “come get me” (catch a uber)
breakin’ down this broccolini, countin’-countin’ up this jiffy (bread)
coffee cup with prometh’ in it, eatin’, crab-eatin’ crab legs at fleming’s (thirties)
re-up with too many, now the whole hood litty (lit)
came in this sh-t screamin’, “f-ck a deal”, bet now they feel me (it’s dolph)
b-tch i’m, b-tch i’m a memphis n-gga, i still eat at-eat at piccadilly (it’s dolph)
pull up in somethin’ foreign, i top, my top like what’s the deal-y? (it’s dolph)
grandma told me, “never trust a n-gga, be independent” (f-ck ’em)
i just spent a hundo’, mother-motherf-ckin’ pendant-pendant (ice)
checkin’ in five star hotel, is it-is it pleasure or business? (what?)
never pleasure, always paper route business
[chorus]
still pourin’ syrup, dirty sprite, obey your thirst (raw)
saditty, pretty b-tch, got my weed in her purse-purse (ooh)
quarter-quarter million dollars on a white shirt, t-shirt (yeah)
rich-rich n-gga second, i’m a real n-gga first-first (on god)
i didn’t have a job but i had the most work (trap)
all we used to do is drink act’ and smoke purp (trap)
pull up with my glock out, ready to make ’em serve
waste a whole cup of codeine in my lap and swerve (sh-t)
[verse 2]
smokin’ weed on the top floor at my hotel like, “f-ck it” (ayy)
told housekeeping keep her mouth closed, gave her fifteen hunnid (ayy, keep that)
she said just give her a blunt and she ain’t gon’ say nothin’ (a’ight)
then she said, “can we take a selfie?” her kids love me
d-mn (what?), she f-cked me up, yes ma’am (yeah)
what the f-ck? stay down ’til i came up (ayy)
forgiatos match the guts (ayy)
momma and them ain’t want for nothin’
might give you anything but trust (yep)
what’s your purpose for hustlin’?
a (a), k, what i’m ridin’-ridin’ with
today-today, pour my-pour my drink and stop and grab some ice from chik-fil-a (po’ up)
joker-big joker in the d-ck, you just a little spade (d-mn), ayy
[chorus]
still pourin’ syrup, dirty sprite, obey your thirst (raw)
saditty, pretty b-tch, got my weed in her purse-purse (ooh)
quarter-quarter million dollars on a white shirt, t-shirt (yeah)
rich-rich n-gga second, i’m a real n-gga first-first (on god)
i didn’t have a job but i had the most work (trap)
all we used to do is drink act’ and smoke purp (trap)
pull up with my glock out, ready to make ’em serve
waste a whole cup of codeine in my lap and swerve (sh-t)
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