Young Dolph - Lipstick lyrics

[Young Dolph - Lipstick lyrics]

Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, guess what, though?

I got ice all over my arms
And rocks around my neck, bitch
Brand new coupe straight off the showroom
Floor, that's how you flex, bitch
Only problem I got is what
Car should I get next, bitch?
Smashin’ from the back, looked at her
Friend and said, "You next, bitch"
I love skinny girls
But I prefer to have a thick bitch
If she jump up in this Benz
I'm gon' fuck up her lipstick
If she jump up in this Benz
I’m gon' fuck up her lipstick
If she jump up in this Benz
I'm gon' fuck up her lipstick

Ben Frank, I live with
(Woo) , count that money real quick (Woo)
Used to want a plug, went to Cali
Took a field trip (Hah)
Every day real lit
(Lit) , choker rocks real big (Rocks)
Them bad bitches love the kid
Wanna fuck the kid, roll blunts for the kid
(yeah, yeah) before she got out of the car
(Ayy, what you doin'?)
She had to fix her lipgloss, hah
VSs, they shine in the dark (Nighttime)
Roll the Gelato and spark (Hey)
Streets left me with no heart (Hey)
Put on ice just to cover the scars (Hey)
A movie of my life story (What?)
I wonder, should I sell it to Starz?
(It's Dolph)
That young nigga rich, ain't it, man?
(Stupid)
My bitch, she the shit, ain't it, man? (Hah)
I’m so smooth
I can drive my drop-top and not
Get wet in the rain (Skrrt)
488 at Blue Flame (yeah)
Paper Route Frank my new name (Hey)
It sold out before I came (Hey, hey)
Trap like Rich Porter, ain’t it, man?

I got ice all over my arms
And rocks around my neck, bitch
Brand new coupe straight off the showroom
Floor, that's how you flex, bitch
Only problem I got is what
Car should I get next, bitch?
Smashin’ from the back, looked at her
Friend and said, "You next, bitch"
I love skinny girls
But I prefer to have a thick bitch
If she jump up in this Benz
I'm gon' fuck up her lipstick
If she jump up in this Benz
I'm gon’ fuck up her lipstick
If she jump up in this Benz
I'm gon' fuck up her lipstick

Don't compare me to nobody
Please don't do it, i dare you
(Uh, uh)
I'm the type of nigga to take one-fifty
Put in the Chevy (Racks)
I'm gettin' too much money
I stopped eatin' meat and
Started eatin' salads (Wealthy)
Glock just pulled up on me
Talkin' shit in the McLaren (Hey)
I bet I got more bitches
In Dallas than the Mavericks (It's Dolph)
Thirty thousand just for a
Sofa because the fabric (Woo)
Trap nigga
But he legendary like Michael Jackson (Hee)
How you go and spend all of
That money on drugs and fashion? (Uh)

I got ice all over my arms
And rocks around my neck, bitch
Brand new coupe straight off the showroom
Floor, that's how you flex, bitch
Only problem I got is what
Car should I get next, bitch?
Smashin' from the back, looked at her
Friend and said, "You next, bitch"
I love skinny girls
But I prefer to have a thick bitch
If she jump up in this Benz
I'm gon' fuck up her lipstick
If she jump up in this Benz
I'm gon' fuck up her lipstick
If she jump up in this Benz
I'm gon' fuck up her lipstick

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