Young Dolph - Paper Route Campaign lyrics

The hottest nigga in the city homie
Paper Route Entertainment young Dolph uh
Yeah look puff Paper Route Campaign
Uh huh Young Dolph (yeah)
What's up to all my real niggas out there
(What's happenin'?)
East Coast, West Coast, Down Bottom
(yeah) everywhere (yeah) it's your boy
Shit, they been waitin' all night long
Sayin' the streets done elected
(yeah) I'm here it's election time
Ya dig? (your boy)
Young Dolph the realist nigga in it uh

These bitches make me sick this
Money make me come (Come)
These bitches on my dick
So I fuck 'em just for fun (Fun)
She say she love my swag and
(Look) can't believe I'm that young (Shit)
I ain't even fucked 'er


And she already sprung smokin' Master Kush
(Kush) , drinkin' Chandon (Don)
Never had a job
Where all that money come from?
Trap all day, and spent it all on guns
(Them shots) i go and get that bomb and
Tax niggas like Uncle Tom
(That's right, yeah)
They call me Young Dolph (Dolph)
I'm paid and I'm young (Young)
I'm young and I'm paid
Keep a fresh tapered fade (Fade)
Ridin' low-key, runner while I'm doin' dirt
(Dirt)
I ain't never off, I always got uh work

What up Murda? (yeah) lil' Chip? (yeah)
Lil' T fATBOI (I see ya)
Lil' Cris ()

Carly uh huh what up with it?
The whole goddamn fam' up
There in the motherfuckin'
Nigga y'all know what it do nigga
It's time to get ready to
Count this butter up, ya dig?
(holla at your boy)
Lil' Cris, give ya boy a lighter
(I need a lighter)
It's Fatboi, roll it up puff
They know what it is smoke somethin' bitch

Stepped up in the spot smellin' just
Like a pound of hash
Hood bitches love a nigga
They say I got stupid swag
Twenty thou', all twenties cash
(Cash) in that Gucci bag
Tell your nigga to stop callin' my phone
'fore I shoot his ass (yeah)
Smoke nothin' but kush
I'm burnt out on the purp
Keep fruity flavors
Call me young starburst uh
We was smoking Train Wreck back in '03
(Three)
Fast forward '08, we smokin' OG (Gangster)
State to state
Nigga we burn kush like Newports uh
Dolph from south Memphis
But I got niggas in New York (yeah)
Stupid money, loud money
I don't fuck around money (Money)
Shout out to all my gangstas in the
In the wild huntin' (yeah) puff

You know what it is uh
Check this shit out puff
I'm on a motherfuckin' plane
The other day homie (Real talk)
Flying plane noise I look out the window
Like goddamn we in the air
High as a motherfucker (Damn, yeah)
When I'm full of that Keisha, ya know
(Full of it) ya dig? (Zooted)
Like I'm higher than a
Goddamn plane nigga laughing
I'm high as a motherfucker
(Mothherfucker) laughing dolph (yeah)

Model bitches, hood bitches
I done had 'em all (For real)
But, tell me why old bitch
Don't never wear no drawers? (For real)
But matter of fact my young bitch
Don't never wear 'em either (For real)
I'm just thinkin' out loud
Rolling up this reefer (This reefer)
17, I had them niggas callin' placin' orders
(Orders) the first bitch I hit in the
Car was the Sheriff's daughter (yeah)
On everything I love I
Forget that girl's name
But on everything I love, ma
I ain't forgot your brain (Hell nah)
That nigga just started rappin'
His life like a movie
Who the fuck that nigga think he
Is with all of them groupies? (Dolph)
If it ain't potent, then it ain't Dolph shit
Just because you've seen me with her
That don't mean it's Dolph
(It ain't mean that's my bitch) mhm

Ya dig? (No) she ain't mine
Young Dolph paper Route Entertainment
Paper Route boys (yeah)
Skrilla squad, what it do?
South Memphis cash state
That's my hood nigga
What happenin'? (What it do?)
Ya dig? The realist nigga in
This motherfucker nigga uh huh
Whole nine, that shit mine pfft
It's a rap (yeah)
You fake rap niggas out here
Kickin' that shit nigga
You niggas ain't livin' nigga (yeah)
These ho's know nigga
These real niggas know nigga (Young Dolph)
We know what it is (Holla at your boy)
Holla at your boy! Dolph puffing