Obey Your Thirst (OG) Young Dolph
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[Chorus]
Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite, obey your thirst (Raw)
Saditty, pretty bitch, got my weed in her purse (Ooh)
Quarter million dollars on a white shirt, t-shirt (Yeah)
Rich nigga second, I'm a real nigga first (On God)
I didn't have a job but I had the most work (Trap)
All we used to do is drink Act' and smoke purp (Trap)
Pull up with my Glock out, ready to make 'em serve
Waste a whole cup of codeine in my lap and swerve (Shit)
[Verse 1]
I just waste a whole cup of codeine on my Amiris
Got this lil' thick bitch textin' me, talkin' 'bout "Come get me" (Catch a Uber)
Breakin' down this broccolini, and countin' up this Jiffy (Bread)
Coffee cup with Prometh' in it, 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 a Memphis nigga, I still 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’ on a motherfuckin' pendant (Ice)
Checkin' in five star hotel, is it pleasure or business? (What?)
Never pleasure, always Paper Route business
[Chorus]
Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite, obey your thirst (Raw)
Saditty, pretty bitch, got my weed in her purse (Ooh)
Quarter million dollars on a white shirt, t-shirt (Yeah)
Rich nigga second, I'm a real nigga first (On God)
I didn't have a job but I had the most work (Trap)
All we used to do is drink Act' and smoke purp (Trap)
Pull up with my Glock out, ready to make 'em serve
Waste a whole cup of codeine in my lap and swerve (Shit)
[Verse 1]
I just waste a whole cup of codeine on my Amiris
Got this lil' thick bitch textin' me, talkin' 'bout "Come get me" (Catch a Uber)
Breakin' down this broccolini, and countin' up this Jiffy (Bread)
Coffee cup with Prometh' in it, 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 a Memphis nigga, I still 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’ on a motherfuckin' pendant (Ice)
Checkin' in five star hotel, is it pleasure or business? (What?)
Never pleasure, always Paper Route business
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