Young Dolph - Obey Your Thirst lyrics

[Young Dolph - Obey Your Thirst lyrics]

Nephew, you ready?
Chopstarz, OG Ron C, Young Dolph
"Obey Your Thirst, " chopped up
Not slopped up (Ayy, Marc, what it do?)
Now pour up some (Trauma Tone)

Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite
Obey your thirst (Raw)
Saditty, pretty bitch
Got my weed in her purse (O oh)
Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite
Obey your thirst (Raw)
Saditty, pretty bitch, got my weed in her
Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite
Obey your thirst (Raw)
Saditty, pretty bitch
Got my weed in her purse-purse (O oh)
Quarter-quarter million dollars on
A white shirt, t-shirt
(yeah) rich-rich nigga second
I'm a real nigga first-first (On God)
I didn't-I didn't have a job but
I had the most work (Trap)
All we-all we used to do is
Drink Act' and smoke purp (Trap)
Come through-come through doin' one-thirty in
A brand new 'vert-'vert (Trap)
Waste a-wastе a whole cup of codeine
In my lap and swеrve (Shit)
Wa-waste a whole cup of codeine
In my lap and swerve (Shit)
Wa-waste a whole cup of codeine
In my lap and swerve

I just waste a whole cup
Of codeine on my Amiris
Got this-got this lil' thick
Bitch textin' me
Talkin' 'bout "Come get me" (Catch a Uber)
Breakin' down this broccolini
Countin'-countin' up this Jiffy (Bread)
Coffee cup with Prometh' in it, eatin'
Crab-eatin' crab legs at Fleming's
(Thirties)
Re-up with too many, now the whole hood litty
(Lit)
Came in this shit screamin', "Fuck a deal"
Bet now they feel me (It's Dolph)
Bitch I'm, bitch I'm a Memphis nigga
I still eat at-eat at Piccadilly
(It's Dolph)
Pull up in somethin' foreign, I top
My top like what's the deal-y? (It's Dolph)
Grandma told me, "Never trust a nigga
Be independent" (Fuck 'em)
I just spent a hundo'
Mother-motherfuckin' pendant-pendant (Ice)
Checkin' in five star hotel
Is it-is it pleasure or business? (What?)
Never pleasure, always Paper Route business

Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite
Obey your thirst (Raw)
Saditty, pretty bitch
Got my weed in her purse (O oh)
Quarter-quarter million dollars on
The white shirt, t-shirt
(yeah) rich nigga second
I'm a real nigga first-first (On-on God)
I didn't have a job but
I had the most work-work (Trap)
All we-all we used to do is
Drink Act' and smoke purp-purp (Trap)
Come through-come through doin' one-thirty in
A brand new 'vert-'vert (Trap)
Wa-waste a whole cup of codeine
In my lap and swerve (Swerve)
(Man)

Smokin' weed on the top floor
At my hotel like, "Fuck it"
(Ayy)
Told housekeeping keep her mouth closed
Gave her fifteen hunnid (Ayy, keep that)
She said just give her a blunt
And she ain't gon' say nothin' (A'ight)
Then she said
"Can we take a selfie?" Her kids love me
Damn (What?) , she fucked me up, yes ma'am (yeah)
What the fuck? Stay down 'til I came up (Ayy)
Forgiatos match the guts (Ayy)
Momma and them ain't want for nothin'
Might give you anything but trust (Yep)
What's your purpose for hustlin'?
A (A) , K, what I'm ridin'-ridin' with
Today-today, pour my-pour my drink and stop
And grab some ice from Chik-fil-A (Po' up)
Joker-big joker in the dick
You just a little spade (Damn) , ayy

Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite
Obey your thirst (Raw)
Saditty, pretty bitch
Got my weed in her purse-purse (O oh)
Quarter-quarter million dollars on
The white shirt, t-shirt
(yeah) rich nigga second
I'm a real nigga first-first (On-on God)
I didn't have a job but
I had the most work-work (Trap)
All we-all we used to do is
Drink Act' and smoke purp-purp (Trap)
Come through-come through doin' one-thirty in
A brand new 'vert-'vert (Trap)
Waste a whole cup of codeine
In my lap and swerve (Swerve)

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