Zaytoven
Aye
You know what up
It's Dolph
Zay what's poppin'
Don't trust a bitch, don't trust trust a nigga
F*ck bitches f*ck bitches get yo girl
Don't trust these motherf*ckin' niggas yo
Don't trust a bitch, nigga get yo girl
I don't f*ck with these niggas 'cause they shady
These bitches they just wanna have my baby
Born in the eighties, crack baby
Mama she was in the streets so guess who raised me (the streets)
You muthaf*ckin' right couldn't get it from my mama
So I got it off the block
Been working my whole life
But I ain't never punched the clock
9 years old I seen a nigga get shot, damn
Niggas quick to run their mouth when they get jammed
Pussy ass nigga tell it on his own fam (pussy)
Same nigga that you break your neck for
Be the same nigga that cross you out and wet you up
Post to be chasin' money but you chasin' bitches
Real bosses don't talk we just sit back and listen
Stack that paper up then make boss moves
She like to argue so I sent that bitch to law school
Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (preach)
Same bitch that claim she love you she'll set you up (preach)
Out here in these streets it ain't no such thing as love (preach)
The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (preach)
Real nigga shit, only what I do and speak
If he don't work all he a f*ckin' leech (preach)
I ain't got shit for a nigga, ain't nothing in this muthaf*ckin' world free (preach)
Zay got the muthaf*ckin' bass thumpin'
Dolph got the muthaf*ckin' trap jumpin'
Doors to the trap open, Ill sell you something
Hell nah don't ask, I ain't frontin' nothing
I f*cked yo bitch then told her I'll see you around
Dolph just skipped town with two hunnid thou
Dolph just poured a eight in a two liter pop
They say Dolph addicted to these streets just like his pops
Addicted to hustlin' I can't stop (can't stop)
Won't stop (won't stop), can't stop
Never hear me complaining bout what I ain't got
'Cause if I want it imma go get it
Free my nigga yo Diddy
Got Paper Rout tatted on yo ho titty
Same nigga you gettin' high with he really yo enemy
Everyday niggas cross they patnas out for benjamins
Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (preach)
Same bitch that claim she love you she'll set you up (preach)
Out here in these streets it ain't no such thing as love (preach)
The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (preach)
Real nigga shit, only what I do and speak
If he don't work all he a f*ckin' leech (preach)
I ain't got shit for a nigga, ain't nothing in this muthaf*ckin' world free (preach)
Young Dolph - Preach Lyrics
Young Dolph - Preach Lyrics
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Zaytoven
Aye
You know what up
It's Dolph
Zay what's poppin'
Don't trust a bitch, don't trust trust a nigga
F*ck bitches f*ck bitches get yo girl
Don't trust these motherf*ckin' niggas yo
Don't trust a bitch, nigga get yo girl
I don't f*ck with these niggas 'cause they shady
These bitches they just wanna have my baby
Born in the eighties, crack baby
Mama she was in the streets so guess who raised me (the streets)
You muthaf*ckin' right couldn't get it from my mama
So I got it off the block
Been working my whole life
But I ain't never punched the clock
9 years old I seen a nigga get shot, damn
Niggas quick to run their mouth when they get jammed
Pussy ass nigga tell it on his own fam (pussy)
Same nigga that you break your neck for
Be the same nigga that cross you out and wet you up
Post to be chasin' money but you chasin' bitches
Real bosses don't talk we just sit back and listen
Stack that paper up then make boss moves
She like to argue so I sent that bitch to law school
Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (preach)
Same bitch that claim she love you she'll set you up (preach)
Out here in these streets it ain't no such thing as love (preach)
The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (preach)
Real nigga shit, only what I do and speak
If he don't work all he a f*ckin' leech (preach)
I ain't got shit for a nigga, ain't nothing in this muthaf*ckin' world free (preach)
Zay got the muthaf*ckin' bass thumpin'
Dolph got the muthaf*ckin' trap jumpin'
Doors to the trap open, Ill sell you something
Hell nah don't ask, I ain't frontin' nothing
I f*cked yo bitch then told her I'll see you around
Dolph just skipped town with two hunnid thou
Dolph just poured a eight in a two liter pop
They say Dolph addicted to these streets just like his pops
Addicted to hustlin' I can't stop (can't stop)
Won't stop (won't stop), can't stop
Never hear me complaining bout what I ain't got
'Cause if I want it imma go get it
Free my nigga yo Diddy
Got Paper Rout tatted on yo ho titty
Same nigga you gettin' high with he really yo enemy
Everyday niggas cross they patnas out for benjamins
Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (preach)
Same bitch that claim she love you she'll set you up (preach)
Out here in these streets it ain't no such thing as love (preach)
The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (preach)
Real nigga shit, only what I do and speak
If he don't work all he a f*ckin' leech (preach)
I ain't got shit for a nigga, ain't nothing in this muthaf*ckin' world free (preach)
Aye
You know what up
It's Dolph
Zay what's poppin'
Don't trust a bitch, don't trust trust a nigga
F*ck bitches f*ck bitches get yo girl
Don't trust these motherf*ckin' niggas yo
Don't trust a bitch, nigga get yo girl
I don't f*ck with these niggas 'cause they shady
These bitches they just wanna have my baby
Born in the eighties, crack baby
Mama she was in the streets so guess who raised me (the streets)
You muthaf*ckin' right couldn't get it from my mama
So I got it off the block
Been working my whole life
But I ain't never punched the clock
9 years old I seen a nigga get shot, damn
Niggas quick to run their mouth when they get jammed
Pussy ass nigga tell it on his own fam (pussy)
Same nigga that you break your neck for
Be the same nigga that cross you out and wet you up
Post to be chasin' money but you chasin' bitches
Real bosses don't talk we just sit back and listen
Stack that paper up then make boss moves
She like to argue so I sent that bitch to law school
Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (preach)
Same bitch that claim she love you she'll set you up (preach)
Out here in these streets it ain't no such thing as love (preach)
The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (preach)
Real nigga shit, only what I do and speak
If he don't work all he a f*ckin' leech (preach)
I ain't got shit for a nigga, ain't nothing in this muthaf*ckin' world free (preach)
Zay got the muthaf*ckin' bass thumpin'
Dolph got the muthaf*ckin' trap jumpin'
Doors to the trap open, Ill sell you something
Hell nah don't ask, I ain't frontin' nothing
I f*cked yo bitch then told her I'll see you around
Dolph just skipped town with two hunnid thou
Dolph just poured a eight in a two liter pop
They say Dolph addicted to these streets just like his pops
Addicted to hustlin' I can't stop (can't stop)
Won't stop (won't stop), can't stop
Never hear me complaining bout what I ain't got
'Cause if I want it imma go get it
Free my nigga yo Diddy
Got Paper Rout tatted on yo ho titty
Same nigga you gettin' high with he really yo enemy
Everyday niggas cross they patnas out for benjamins
Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (preach)
Same bitch that claim she love you she'll set you up (preach)
Out here in these streets it ain't no such thing as love (preach)
The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (preach)
Real nigga shit, only what I do and speak
If he don't work all he a f*ckin' leech (preach)
I ain't got shit for a nigga, ain't nothing in this muthaf*ckin' world free (preach)
Writer: XAVIER DOTSON, ADOLPH THORNTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING