Damn Right
Young Dolph, Muney Makkin Murda
I said motherfuck these bitches
I don't wanna settle down
I ain't got time for this shit
I'm too busy selling loud
I ain't vouching for these niggas
They ain't built like me trap house on fire
Cause I got zips for the chief
On some dope boy shit, rocking 89 flights
Like a pound of stank, on the red
Mama just called me
Remind me that her wrent due
, book me for a venue
Fucked up in the head, yeah I got some issues
She got right up off her knees
Then came home and kissed you
They say that they bout that life
And I got what them hoes love
But I put that on my life
That I never sold white
Trap rolling so hard, and I fucked around
Smoked too many blunts, got comfortable
I asked lil mama if she staying over?
She looked at me and said yeah nigga
Damb right damb right, damb right
I went to sleep counting 3, nigga damb right
Damb right, damb right
I woke up getting head, nigga damb right
Damb right I still trap, my shit hot
Fast money coming fast
I'll probably never stop
Running through them Cali bands, to the block
Thumbs up to my neighbors
They never caught a not
Damb right I'm coming up
Going 90 minutes strong, then I power bone
Screaming out this your pussy
Her nigga fucking like a rooky
These damb right it's dope money
These rappers say they live it
But these suckers straight lunging
Trap rolling hard, still won't stop jumping
I went to bed getting bread, nigga damb right
Trap rolling so hard, and I fucked around
Smoked too many blunts, got comfortable
I asked lil mama if she staying over?
She looked at me and said yeah nigga
Damb right damb right, damb right
I went to sleep counting 3, nigga damb right
Damb right, damb right
I woke up getting head, nigga damb right
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