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letra de so fuck 'em - young dolph

[verse 1]
me and my lil’ b-tch just f-cked another b-tch (what? huh)
me and my n-ggas just hit another l1ck (another l1ck)
i’m with the same gang that i started with (gang, gang)
it’s ’til death do us part, you little b-tch (la familia)
i send all my side b-tches to go buy all my choppas (woah)
put my trap house in they name, they do it with no problem (woah)
got a fine og b-tch, she still like to wear prada (prada)
38 years old and she look just like a model (she bad)
she kept it so real that i put her in a drizzop (drop)
yeah, that boy went corporate but he straight up off the blizzock (block)
meet me at the top, the realist advice i can give you is to never stop (ey, never)
they ask me for the key because i got this sh-t on lock (yeah)
me and 40 bad b-tches smokin’ on a yacht (it’s dolph)
i’m programmed to get money everyday like a robot (it’s dolph)
i know you think i’m f-ckin’ with these b-tches but i’m not (not)
nah lil’ mama, i’m not

[chorus]
ever since a minor i been all about my business (straight up)
i might lie to you sometimes ’cause i care ’bout your feelings (sorry)
nah, i don’t love her (nah)
yeah, i prolly f-cked her (yeah)
nah, i don’t like her (nah)
baby, i just one night her (ayy)
f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em
f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em
none of these n-ggas, i don’t trust ’em
trust ’em, trust ’em, trust ’em, trust ’em
trust ’em, trust ’em, f-ck ’em

[verse 2]
if he ain’t hustler, f-ck ’em (f-ck ’em)
none of these n-ggas i don’t trust ’em (f-ck ’em)
done worked too hard out here
for you to run off here and f-ck ’em (f-ck ’em)
f-cking with this bad b-tch one night and got in trouble (d-mn)
flyin’ down the e-way on that codeine seein’ double (yeah)
i lie because i didn’t know her name bae, i just f-cked her (sorry)
f-cked her one time in the the car, bae, that b-tch don’t mean nothin’ (sorry)
might pop up in yo hood and flood yo trap to flex my muscles (trap)
drinkin’ promethazine and eatin’ crab, legs and oysters
that’s yo friend but he don’t wanna grow so leave him ‘lone (f-ck ’em)
the only thing that he can do from there is bring you down (f-ck ’em)
she your friend but that b-tch mad you got a real n-gga (f-ck ’em)
all this sh-t that we been through and i’m still out here witcha, it’s dolph

- young dolph

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