1PLAYY, Young Dolph - Nun 2 Fuck Wit lyrics

[1PLAYY, Young Dolph - Nun 2 Fuck Wit lyrics]

Gotta watch my, yeah
Gotta, uh, gotta, uh, uh
(Shit) , gotta (Okay, uh)

Gotta watch my step 'cause I can't
Scuff up these Nikes (Ow)
Get her to the bed
And I gut her like a knife (Fuck it up)
She just like the way these
Diamonds hittin' off the light (Lil' ho)
How often do I smoke? Bitch
I'm high all the time (Damn)
I see the way your bitch be
Lookin' every time I walk in
Damn slide, heard that pussy swimming pool
(Splash) , dive in (Ow)
Runnin' up them sacks, shit
I feel like Warren Sapp
Make 'em pay up front
So I know it ain't no cap
Do that shit like Nike, ho
You pop that shit, i'll throw some more
If you leave with me, we fuckin'
(yeah) , okay, just lettin' you know
I remember I was broke as fuck
Could barely eat (For real)
Thank God them ramen noodles only
Fifty cent a piece
She know I'm a savage, get some head
Then I say peace (Peace out)
Nigga, we tryna own our shit
What the fuck's a lease (The fuck?)
Damn, I gotta make it for Patrica and Elise
(Nah, for real)
Chico shit, I gotta fuck this bitch up
Then I leave (Let's go) , oh, shit

I pass on her if that ho ain't my speed
(Ain't my speed)
Yeah, these racks on me, ooh
These racks on me (Ooh, these racks on me)
Ooh, dance on me, ooh, girl, dance on me
(Ooh, girl, dance on me)
She got plans for me, she got plans for me
(Fuck it up)
Shit, let's do it then (Let's do it)
I got these rapper bitches wanna fuck
Me 'cause I'm plugged in (yeah, yeah)
Ain't no way I'm gettin' a real job
Let me throw these slugs in (yeah yeah)
No family ties, you fuck with mine
I shoot you and your cousin (Take 'em out)
I need a dub plus ten
(It's Dolph) , ain't nothin to fuck with

Everybody eatin'
(Woah) , everybody geekin' (Woah)
Dolph brought the weed and drank
So everybody sleepy (Woah)
Everybody lookin'
I did what they said I couldn't (It's Dolph)
I love to fuck a hood bitch
Even though I know I shouldn't, damn
Countin' in a jacuzzi
(yeah) , smokin' and watchin' a movie (yeah)
Take a bath with my Uzi
(yeah) , I hear anything
Then I'm shootin' (yeah)
No mannequin challenge front you a pack
See if you can handle it challenge (Uh, huh)
I started trappin' 'cause I
Didn't ever get allowance (Ayy)
I'm 'bout to go pour up some drank (yeah)
I'm 'bout to go pour up a pint (Pour up)
My foreign, it smell like stank
(Stanky) , I'm courtside at the game (yeah)
Yeah, I grew up broke
(For real) , but now I can't complain, hah
I'm high on mary jane
(Woo) , yeah, I got everything (Shit)

I pass on her if that ho ain't my speed
(Ain't my speed)
Yeah, these racks on me, ooh
These racks on me (Ooh, these racks on me)
Ooh, dance on me, ooh, girl, dance on me
(Ooh, girl, dance on me)
She got plans for me, she got plans for me
(Fuck it up)
Shit, let's do it then (Let's do it)
I got these rapper bitches wanna fuck
Me 'cause I'm plugged in (yeah, yeah)
Ain't no way I'm gettin' a real job
Let me throw these slugs in (yeah yeah)
No family ties, you fuck with mine
I shoot you and your cousin (Take 'em out)
I need a dub plus ten
1PLAYY ain't nothin to fuck with

I love countin' this money
I love fuckin' these niggas' bitches
I love catchin' these jets
Paper Route business, fuck nigga

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