Young Dolph - All of Them lyrics

[Young Dolph - All of Them lyrics]

(Zaytoven)
All the bad bitches love drug dealers
All the savage bitches love drug dealers
All the college bitches love drug dealers
Street shit, yeah

All the pretty bitches love drug dealers
(Drug dealers)
All the pretty bitches love drug dealers
(For real, drug dealers)
Mama told her stay away
From them drug dealers (Damn, hah, yeah)
But she fell in love with a drug dealer, ayy
(Woo)
All the pretty bitches love drug dealers
(Drug dealers)
All the ratchet bitches love drug dealers
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
All the savage bitches love drug dealers
(Haha) , yeah
All the pretty bitches love drug dealers
(Ayy, who that?)

Pull up in somethin' that go real, real fast
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yoom)
She got mad when I ask that's her real ass
(Haha, this ain't real) this that real glass
(yeah) , I'm smokin' real gas (yeah)
Don't pull up at the spot
Unless you spendin' real cash
Turn the box Chevy to a 911 (Switch it up)
Hundred thousand, all twenties
In the mattress (Dope boy)
A half a million, all hundreds, in the attic
(Trap, trap) all I see is money
Two stacks for these glasses
(Don't play with me)
I call my lil' bitch RiRi
She said she a savage (yeah)
Put that dick up in her
Have her singin' like she Gladys (Knight)
My young bitch, she think she Trina
She swear she the baddest (Uh)
A good girl can't wait to give
A drug dealer them panties, yeah

All the pretty bitches love drug dealers
(Drug dealers)
All the pretty bitches love drug dealers
(For real, drug dealers)
Mama told her stay away
From them drug dealers (Damn, hah, yeah)
But she fell in love with a drug dealer, ayy
(Woo)
All the pretty bitches love drug dealers
(Drug dealers)
All the ratchet bitches love drug dealers
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
All the savage bitches love drug dealers
(Haha) , yeah
All the pretty bitches love drug dealers

I'm just a trap nigga (Trap)
My son a trap baby (Tre Tre)
I'm just a trap nigga (Trap)
My son a trap baby (Tre Tre)
I'm just a trap nigga (Trap)
My son a trap baby (Trap)
My girl my trap bitch (Trap)
I mean my trap lady (Ayy)
Runnin' niggas out the game
'cause they outdated (Watch out)
Now they didn't give it to me
(Nah) , yeah, I had to take it (Give me that)
First, I got a sack
(Yup) , then ran up a bag (Woo)
Young niggas run the hood
(yeah) , and we won't give it back
Mama told her stay away
From them drug dealers (Drug dealers)
Mama told her stay away
From them drug dealers (Drug dealers)
Now she out here hidin'
Dope and holdin' pistols (Haha, damn)
Tryna be just like her best
Friend and her sister, huh, yeah

All the pretty bitches love drug dealers
(Drug dealers)
All the pretty bitches love drug dealers
(For real, drug dealers)
Mama told her stay away
From them drug dealers (Damn, hah, yeah)
But she fell in love with a drug dealer, ayy
(Woo)
All the pretty bitches love drug dealers
(Drug dealers)
All the ratchet bitches love drug dealers
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
All the savage bitches love drug dealers
(Haha) , yeah
All the pretty bitches love drug dealers

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