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the start to change it all
And when you do good niggas get jealous
They wanna be on the shit that you on, they try to fineness you
I'm overzealous
They over

(Damn)
I fuck her on the camera, I'm a filmmaker
This Wock' in this cream taste
Like a Now and Later (This shit taste crazy)
I skipped, went straight

pants 
I paid about a G stack on my pants
Double AP wrist up While I Dance everybody just clap I'm the man 
I'm the lady killer tell by my stance 
Little

Locked, loaded, levers lifted up, ready to fire shit
Lookin left, I'm alone aligned with my lion grip
Mane, we ain't fuckin around but it's a pride alliance

god
Guddah mid, guddah loud
Dirt road, where we be
Smoking tree, smoking weed
Bitch I'm wet, like the sea
Princess, gold mouth tecs out, hoes out
Fire

shit
It was so tragic
Make a hoe disappear quick
Houdini I'm magic
I'm back in the way back
I'm black and on the way out there
And I'm packing
Long dick

to grab it

I done had it with your shit
It was so tragic
Make a hoe disappear quick
Houdini I'm magic

I'm back in the way back
I'm black and on the way

grab a insta flick
I'm like brodie "what you talkin bout that's some fucked up shit" he was like "you right but gotta admit that that was pretty lit"

Molding shit with play dough before I was 8
But according to Plato my talent's just innate
Philosophical in verses, yeah there's no debate
You still

But I'm Bulletproof

Young Dolph

Bulletproof

2017

Ay, put all them hunnids in a shoebox
Put all them twenties in a bag (ay)
Niggas can't see me, man
I know you hate this shit
Niggas can't touch

just want by my lone.....ly
Mi casa su casa bae
Been think about daily 
When I’m away from you
I’m crazy
Your loves  like addiction
I Want u to never go

the fuck y'all niggas on
I ain't got time for what the fuck y'all niggas on
My cup full of henny I'm in the zone
I'm a be drunk by the time y'all niggas home

no more
Cause they feel like I spent too much money
How am I suppose to keep flexin 1hunnid
On Gucci and Prada and don't look like a dummy?"
Shit
I

rhymer
All my shit designer
The Gucci and the prada don't mean nada
She is a fan I'm a fan too
She let me nut (knot) like Bantu
She said we could kick back

couldnt believe it
Fuck em
Cause suckas do sucka shit and I peep it
Could put you on by puttin a bag on you but keep it
I succeeded now niggas saying I'm

himself, he eats it all
How far the reefer go?
Me and Drizzy in the 6 playing on ping pong
That mean I'm so high
I'm standing on top of shit
Call me Sosa

Yeah you call me fucking Ricky Bobby 
Yeah I'm like my shake and bake shit 
Rake and nake shit 
Yeah I'm on that motha fuckin earthquake shit
Yeah I'm

by a priest
And be treated for all of my demons
I’m leaving like Andrew Luck I gotta go!
Exorcist, Emily Rose!
Haters I keep on their toes like they

I'm like BST
You man are standard like GMT
I'm getting in cheques, not like CRB

Done gigs with a couple of my g's like gucci
Talking the hardest, town

Gotta beam on it
And I’m hoppin' in the car to drive
Exit out my hood
Dogwood hills
Where you see the sneaker on the electric line
We had fights in

we've got beef I'm tryna
Put you on a shirt
Landed in the jail same day, induction wing
Shit I'm getting life if my
Co-d tries to sing
Incarcerated, still

trying to Make you frown and put you down
Eh-eh
Even then, they’ll still be trying to Make you frown and put you down
I’m the king of seeing
The shit that

Yeah the truth might hurt but let me hear it
I been thru hell im still alive so let me handle it
Let the smoke fill the room up the ceiling
So high i

Cause you ain't looking at me Wright
By the 3rd avenue Tommy gun rounds took flight
Me at a graveyard is an everyday sight
Either praying or I'm creeping