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letra de whole world - young dolph

[intro: young dolph]
zaytoven
yeah
[?] what that is, bro
okay

[chorus: young dolph]
call my b-tch to ask her, can i f-ck her home girl?
f-ck her like a gangsta she like when i pull her hair
wells fargo dolph, i got paper everywhere
she gave me that p-ssy and f-cked up my whole world
count my first milli and it f-cked up my whole world
up my whole world, f-cked up my whole world
prescription medication got me in my own world
she gave me that p-ssy and f-cked up my whole world

[verse 1: young dolph]
she f-cked me like a stripper cooked for me just like my mama
she freaky like madonna (what else?) and she ’bout her commas
get it by the bundle, i’m straight out the jungle
flexin’ all summer, boy you just a runner
keep that sh-t one hunned, i got on three hunned
can’t believe i done it, runnin’ up these numbers
bad b-tches on my bumper, [?] is for supper
addicted to the good life but that boy straight out the gutter
yeah, i barely like her, but i f-ck her like i love her
when we have a meeting, that’s a rich n-gga huddle
her p-ssy so good, when we got done it was a puddle
f-ck her til she stutter, mansion with the butler

[verse 2: kash doll]
took all his money then p-ssed him to my home girl
sucked the soul out his d-ck then made his toes curl
call me jet p-ssy ’cause i be flyin’ around the world
if i gave him the p-ssy i f-ck up his whole world
c-count my first milli and it f-cked up my whole world
up my whole world, f-cked up my whole world
i don’t see these b-tches, i be in my own world
watch how i go up, they throw up, b-tch is ’bout to hurl
he say that he love me but them back-shots make you say that
prove your worth, put hunned k on my chain, n-gga pay that
now give me the bracelet, forty on my anklet
bouncin’ -ss on that d-ck from the back and then he came quick

[verse 3: young dolph & kash doll]
spend a check, spend a check, spend a check
all these rocks ’round my motherf-ckin’ neck
i hopped out of something’ foreign, jumped on the jet
she f-cked up my whole life when she gave me some neck
p-ss-p-ssy so tight, he stuck in it, like a hood n-gga, get rough with it
won’t cash the habits, baby so sneaky, he tried to nut in it
n-ggas so full of sh-t, change up quick, put no trust in ’em
these n-ggas be for everybody thats why i don’t f-ck with them

[outro: young dolph]
i’m sippin’ hi-tech, i’m sippin’ hi-tech, i’m sippin’ hi-tech
my side b-tch mad at my other side b-tch
heavy artillery, what i ride with
money and respect, what i’ma die with
count the first m then went and got some mo’ of ’em
new hunneds, old hunneds, i got both of ’em
fifty in my drum, fifty on my charm
cold-hearted, i can’t give a poor n-gga a crumb

- young dolph

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