Young Dolph - Blow Sniffer lyrics
[Young Dolph - Blow Sniffer lyrics]
You know how we rockin' and rollin', man
Straight like that paper Route Empire
Fuck these niggas thought it was?
A game or somethin'? Ha ha haha, let's do it
My homie vice lord
But my cousin selling four
My homie vice lord
But my cousin selling four
My homie vice lord
But my cousin selling four but me
I'm that lil' nigga with
The socky selling dope (yeah)
My gun fully loaded like my motherfuckin 'yo
You can tell I'm straight from
South Memphis how I talk (South Memphis)
All this damb money got me
Limpin' when I walk (Woah)
I keep nothin' but pimpin' when
I open up my mouth (Stupid)
I told shawty "close your eyes
And open up your mouth" (Bitch)
I fucked your bitch on the
Floor in my trap house (Uh, huh)
Money on the floor, weed in the air
I ran outta room
So I stashed Ps in the chair
I would say you're selfish
But I don't really care (What?)
My trap stupid fresh designers
All I really wear (Damn)
Selling dope, fucking bitches
Counting money, ducking snitches
(Uh, huh)
Better watch what you say on that phone
My folks gon' come and get ya (yeah)
Yeah, I be with all the btiches
Flexing hard and taking pictures (yeah)
Shawty bad, but on the low I heard
That she a blow sniffer (Uh, huh)
Selling dope, fucking bitches
Counting money, ducking snitches
Better watch what you say on that phone
My folks gon' come and get ya (yeah)
Yeah, I be with all the btiches
Flexing hard and taking pictures (yeah)
Shawty bad, but on the low I heard
That she a blow sniffer (Uh huh, it's Dolph)
2: 00 AM, when I pull up at the club (Skrrt)
Nina in my Truey's got the
Chopper in the trunk
(Grah, Paper Route Empire)
We just take pictures with the bitches
Passing blunts (yeah)
Nigga get it wrong
And we gon tear this bitch up
Set smoking on the best bud (Loud)
Drop a four in a litter
Man that's what you call mud
My cliantell love me cause I always show love
(Pull up) leaving out my trap with
Eighty racks all dubs (yeah)
Lil' mama got her body like
Her mind and a stripper (Ho)
Yeah she fine as fuck
But she can't hold her liquor
She grabbing on my belt
Buckle and beggin' me to hit her
I bent her over
Play for ball on quarters back
And she was a sinner
Selling dope, fucking bitches
Counting money, ducking snitches
(Uh, huh)
Better watch what you say on that phone
My folks gon' come and get ya (yeah)
Yeah, I be with all the btiches
Flexing hard and taking pictures (yeah)
Shawty bad, but on the low I heard
That she a blow sniffer (Uh, huh)
Selling dope, fucking bitches
Counting money, ducking snitches
Better watch what you say on that phone
My folks gon' come and get ya (yeah)
Yeah, I be with all the btiches
Flexing hard and taking pictures (yeah)
Shawty bad, but on the low I heard
That she a blow sniffer (It's Dolph)
Straight like that paper Route Empire
Fuck these niggas thought it was?
A game or somethin'? Ha ha haha, let's do it
My homie vice lord
But my cousin selling four
My homie vice lord
But my cousin selling four
My homie vice lord
But my cousin selling four but me
I'm that lil' nigga with
The socky selling dope (yeah)
My gun fully loaded like my motherfuckin 'yo
You can tell I'm straight from
South Memphis how I talk (South Memphis)
All this damb money got me
Limpin' when I walk (Woah)
I keep nothin' but pimpin' when
I open up my mouth (Stupid)
I told shawty "close your eyes
And open up your mouth" (Bitch)
I fucked your bitch on the
Floor in my trap house (Uh, huh)
Money on the floor, weed in the air
I ran outta room
So I stashed Ps in the chair
I would say you're selfish
But I don't really care (What?)
My trap stupid fresh designers
All I really wear (Damn)
Selling dope, fucking bitches
Counting money, ducking snitches
(Uh, huh)
Better watch what you say on that phone
My folks gon' come and get ya (yeah)
Yeah, I be with all the btiches
Flexing hard and taking pictures (yeah)
Shawty bad, but on the low I heard
That she a blow sniffer (Uh, huh)
Selling dope, fucking bitches
Counting money, ducking snitches
Better watch what you say on that phone
My folks gon' come and get ya (yeah)
Yeah, I be with all the btiches
Flexing hard and taking pictures (yeah)
Shawty bad, but on the low I heard
That she a blow sniffer (Uh huh, it's Dolph)
2: 00 AM, when I pull up at the club (Skrrt)
Nina in my Truey's got the
Chopper in the trunk
(Grah, Paper Route Empire)
We just take pictures with the bitches
Passing blunts (yeah)
Nigga get it wrong
And we gon tear this bitch up
Set smoking on the best bud (Loud)
Drop a four in a litter
Man that's what you call mud
My cliantell love me cause I always show love
(Pull up) leaving out my trap with
Eighty racks all dubs (yeah)
Lil' mama got her body like
Her mind and a stripper (Ho)
Yeah she fine as fuck
But she can't hold her liquor
She grabbing on my belt
Buckle and beggin' me to hit her
I bent her over
Play for ball on quarters back
And she was a sinner
Selling dope, fucking bitches
Counting money, ducking snitches
(Uh, huh)
Better watch what you say on that phone
My folks gon' come and get ya (yeah)
Yeah, I be with all the btiches
Flexing hard and taking pictures (yeah)
Shawty bad, but on the low I heard
That she a blow sniffer (Uh, huh)
Selling dope, fucking bitches
Counting money, ducking snitches
Better watch what you say on that phone
My folks gon' come and get ya (yeah)
Yeah, I be with all the btiches
Flexing hard and taking pictures (yeah)
Shawty bad, but on the low I heard
That she a blow sniffer (It's Dolph)