Damn Right Young Dolph (Ft. Muney Makkin Murda)
"Damn Right" by Young Dolph (Ft. Muney Makkin Murda) is a #HipHop track from 2021. The song emphasizes themes of confidence, success, and resilience in the face of adversity. It features hard-hitting beats and catchy hooks, showcasing Dolph's assertive lyrical style. The track resonates with fans for its authenticity and motivational message.
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
I said motherfuck these bitches, I don't wanna settle down
I ain't got time for this shit, I'm too busy selling loud
I ain't vouching for these niggas, they ain't built like me
Trap house on fire cause I got zips for the cheap
On that dope boy shit, rocking 89 flights
Smelling like a pound of stank on a red-eye flight
Mama just called me, remind me that her rent due
I need a quarter brick per to book me for a venue
Fucked up in the head, yeah I got some issues
She got right up off her knees and came home to kiss you
They say that I’m bout that life and I got what them hoes like
But I put that on my life that I never sold white
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Trap rolling so hard that I fucked around
Smoked too many blunts, got comfortable and spent the night
I asked lil mama was she staying over?
She looked at me and said nigga, damn right
Damn right, damn right
I went to sleep counting bread, nigga damn right
Damn right, damn right
I woke up getting head, nigga damn right
[Verse 2: Muney Makkin Murda]
Damn right I still trap, word’s that my shit hot
Fast money coming fast, bro I'll probably never stop
Ran through them Cali bales, been allergic to the block
Thumbs up to my neighbors, they never caught a not
Damb right I'm coming over, text said that pussy wet
Going 90 minutes strong, put her in a suit [?]
Then I power bone that bitch, she screaming out “this your pussy”
Her nigga 3 lame, he be fucking like a rookie
This gangsta-ass swag, damn right it's dope money
These rappers say they live it, but these suckers straight lunging
Trap rolling hard, scale won't stop jumping
I went to bed getting bread, nigga damn right
I said motherfuck these bitches, I don't wanna settle down
I ain't got time for this shit, I'm too busy selling loud
I ain't vouching for these niggas, they ain't built like me
Trap house on fire cause I got zips for the cheap
On that dope boy shit, rocking 89 flights
Smelling like a pound of stank on a red-eye flight
Mama just called me, remind me that her rent due
I need a quarter brick per to book me for a venue
Fucked up in the head, yeah I got some issues
She got right up off her knees and came home to kiss you
They say that I’m bout that life and I got what them hoes like
But I put that on my life that I never sold white
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Trap rolling so hard that I fucked around
Smoked too many blunts, got comfortable and spent the night
I asked lil mama was she staying over?
She looked at me and said nigga, damn right
Damn right, damn right
I went to sleep counting bread, nigga damn right
Damn right, damn right
I woke up getting head, nigga damn right
[Verse 2: Muney Makkin Murda]
Damn right I still trap, word’s that my shit hot
Fast money coming fast, bro I'll probably never stop
Ran through them Cali bales, been allergic to the block
Thumbs up to my neighbors, they never caught a not
Damb right I'm coming over, text said that pussy wet
Going 90 minutes strong, put her in a suit [?]
Then I power bone that bitch, she screaming out “this your pussy”
Her nigga 3 lame, he be fucking like a rookie
This gangsta-ass swag, damn right it's dope money
These rappers say they live it, but these suckers straight lunging
Trap rolling hard, scale won't stop jumping
I went to bed getting bread, nigga damn right
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