
Down South Hustlaz Young Dolph (Ft. Paul Wall & Slim Thug)
На этой странице вы найдете полный текст песни "Down South Hustlaz" от Young Dolph (Ft. Paul Wall & Slim Thug). Lyrxo предлагает вам самый полный и точный текст этой композиции без лишних отвлекающих факторов. Узнайте все куплеты и припев, чтобы лучше понять любимую песню и насладиться ею в полной мере. Идеально для фанатов и всех, кто ценит качественную музыку.

[Intro: Young Dolph]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy
Ayy, we in Houston with this shit right now, man (Uh-huh)
Ayy, Paul
Paul Wall, what it (It's Dolph)— I need some rubber bands, bruh
Ayy, break that money bag out, Paul, what's up, bruh?
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
All my bitches say I'm dirty than a motherfucker (Uh-huh)
Pineapple Fanta and it's dirty than a motherfucker (Mud)
Shout out to Bun, I'm ridin' dirty than a motherfucker (Ayy, ayy)
A half a mil' in all twenties, it got blood on it
Presidential day-date and it's flooded, homie (Ayy)
I just left the car lot and spent another check (Skrrt)
Hundred-band profit and I didn't break a sweat (Woah)
I dozed off on that drank and almost had another wreck (Goddamn)
My lil' bitch stay mad at me 'cause I don't get no rest (Ayy, ayy)
I'm always out here chasin' money, so she get no sex (What?)
I'm in that drop-top bangin' Screw and burnin' rubber, nigga (Uh-huh)
I'm down in Houston on that boss shit like Thugga, nigga (Yeah)
Got everything on my own, so I'm like fuck a nigga
Worldwide, 'cross the county, stackin' Ruffles, nigga (Paper Route Empire)
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
She a good girl, but lil' mama bad, though (Uh-huh)
She got a small waist with a fat ass, though (Woo)
Thirty pints of Hi-Tech, they came in the glass, though (Ayy, ayy)
Still boomin' bales of strong out the back door, yup
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy
Ayy, we in Houston with this shit right now, man (Uh-huh)
Ayy, Paul
Paul Wall, what it (It's Dolph)— I need some rubber bands, bruh
Ayy, break that money bag out, Paul, what's up, bruh?
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
All my bitches say I'm dirty than a motherfucker (Uh-huh)
Pineapple Fanta and it's dirty than a motherfucker (Mud)
Shout out to Bun, I'm ridin' dirty than a motherfucker (Ayy, ayy)
A half a mil' in all twenties, it got blood on it
Presidential day-date and it's flooded, homie (Ayy)
I just left the car lot and spent another check (Skrrt)
Hundred-band profit and I didn't break a sweat (Woah)
I dozed off on that drank and almost had another wreck (Goddamn)
My lil' bitch stay mad at me 'cause I don't get no rest (Ayy, ayy)
I'm always out here chasin' money, so she get no sex (What?)
I'm in that drop-top bangin' Screw and burnin' rubber, nigga (Uh-huh)
I'm down in Houston on that boss shit like Thugga, nigga (Yeah)
Got everything on my own, so I'm like fuck a nigga
Worldwide, 'cross the county, stackin' Ruffles, nigga (Paper Route Empire)
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
She a good girl, but lil' mama bad, though (Uh-huh)
She got a small waist with a fat ass, though (Woo)
Thirty pints of Hi-Tech, they came in the glass, though (Ayy, ayy)
Still boomin' bales of strong out the back door, yup
Комментарии (0)
Минимальная длина комментария — 50 символов.