Drumma Boy, Young Dolph, Zed Zilla, Playa Fly - Welcome lyrics

[Drumma Boy, Young Dolph, Zed Zilla, Playa Fly - Welcome lyrics]

Drumma Boy ayee boy, ayee
Uhh huh! Welcome drumma, what's poppin'? Yea
Ayee boy let's go! Welcome!
Ayee

She got a fat ass but her attitude's shitty
Met her down in Texas but she
Say that she from Memphis
Addicted to pretty bitches with fake titties
4 racks on my bitch heels and
Bag but I ain't tripping
All swaved doses ain't they dope boy?
Welcome to the life of a Memphis dope boy
I cut my own check, invest my own budget
If you ain't a rich nigga
You can't tell me nothing
Change your life in the garbage bag
Peewee niggas can't compare to me
They get body bag
Cash stunt your dollar signs'
How we representing
Makin' easy money, welcome to my city

Makin' easy money, welcome to my city
Where the youngest starvin'
So we suppose to get it
Young niggas burnin' legal
And workin' with the plug
Some niggas straight up robbin' just
Don't give a fuck
Might catch a murder charge when
You in my city
You gotta have heart you come to my city
You show them niggas love and
You get extra bags real niggas on deck
Homie, that's a fact

Fact if your ain't talking money
We don't wanna rap
Welcome to my city and put my
Hood back on the map
See I'm just getting my burr
Been hammer strapped
She want me to fuck her good
But I just want her cap
I'm thinking murder rape, first 48
A lot of niggas cool, but they ain't straight
See these niggas blasting, no hesitation
The same niggas repping, no investigation
MEMPHIS, dope boy money fuck IRS
Young niggas got them plug on the X
Fuck your bitch and I'm gonna plug your check
Real nigga mobbing, choppers on deck
Young niggas starvin'
They couldn't care less
Sellin' that dough, none but cash, no check
Welcome to my city where it is

Makin' easy money, welcome to my city
Where the youngest starvin'
So we suppose to get it
Young niggas burnin' legal
And workin' with the plug
Some niggas straight up robbin' just
Don't give a fuck
Might catch a murder charge when
You in my city
You gotta have heart you come to my city
You show them niggas love and
You get extra bags real niggas on deck
Homie, that's a fact

Welcome to Memphis where it's
Pimping and bitches snitching
You can get what you want
If you go own in the kitchen
Flipping ditches we gotta get it
Ain't no other way we can get it
If you come around here slipping
This shit all these niggas with it
Yo, ain't nobody straight
Most these rap niggas are fake
So don't go think that I fuck with 'em

Fly wise guy, never been a nice guy
Where am from we mad fly
If you think you bad try, last die
These streets that I run niggas
Quickly to claim shit
Memphis niggas lay game thick
Fuck up and come up missing in
The NM in with that bullshit
Found you in a church in a box infront
Of a preacher up in a bullpit

Makin' easy money, welcome to my city
Where the youngest starvin'
So we suppose to get it
Young niggas burnin' legal
And workin' with the plug
Some niggas straight up robbin' just
Don't give a fuck
Might catch a murder charge when
You in my city
You gotta have heart you come to my city
You show them niggas love and
You get extra bags real niggas on deck
Homie, that's a fact

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