Young Dro - What The Hell Are Those Lyrics

What The Hell Are Those Lyrics - Young Dro

Dj Drama:Uh what can U Do

Dro: A..... Grand Hustle man Young Dro man A yall know me man hold up

Chorus: Shine 4 mouth full of gold ridin round town lookin down on dem Hoe$ im tall as a pole so put up yo 24s i pull up in a chevy sittin on what the hell are those

Dro: put up yo 24s you dont want we can keep em 6s on the reagle man i thank the shit illegal and plus we ridin round on some bad as reba we cookin up blocks we got the glass at etha airplane motor in the jag i leav ya nigga say finer than dro then be i wana see i aint even got meet ya betcha dont shine harder than them boys on betha benz two seter plus i ridin wit a creature i gota be blessed so im buyin blocks 4rom a preacher shine wit melik a we 4th ward people and plus we cop mo pictures than mona lisa a i love ridin tall i love hitin the mall i love when my trunk knock yo pictures off the wall a 6 crawl my wrist on froze i pull up in the chevy sitin on wat the hell are those

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Young Dro - What It Is Lyrics

What It Is Lyrics - Young Dro

Young Dro, Young Dro

[Girl:] Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a Jazze Phizzle production Young Drooo

[Chorus: x2]
Are you a killa? What it is
Oh Yeah, What it is
Drug dealer, what it is
Young player, ridin's hard
I just wanna sit up in the air
Get high, I just wanna be up in the air

[Verse:]
I'm in the air (come down)
Ain't comin down (why?)
Up here dammit (where?)
Ain't comin down (please)
Bubbilish coat, 26's in the town
I'm a killa too,
Killin bitches in town
Chevy with the beat down
Make you spin around
I could fishtail
Off Fishdale
Ask the niggas over there
If i'm the shit there
I don't tolerate
My Impala great
Bring the top out
Bet I discombobulate
I'm a tough nigga
You a fucked nigga
See me in the club all prodded up nigga
I got a semi too
My whole penny do
I got diamonds, earned like Winnie Pooh
Give to Lapia
And caviar for dinner too
Mafia as a mother fucka
Don't make me have to get at you
I blow a hundered shots
A nigga puff into two

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
My car actually
Really walk a factory
Ice look like rasberry
It'd be hard to try and tackle me
Nigga I'm a killa i suggest you don't come after me
Bitch I'll be in Collipark
Plus I'll on Mcafee
Bankhead faculty
Boy you need to rap with me
Come and talk to me
Before I open up your cavity
Shots come rapidly
I told you not to mess with me
I don't play with little boys
You tryin to Michael Jackson me?
Lord nigga ridin the air fantastically
Til their daddy kill somethin else
I put my rims up
Actually, car flop purple when the sun come
When they get done with that thing
It'll look Dro won

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
Mink coat
Shit polar bear
Hoes over here
Hoes over there
I'm about to take flight
I'm goin in the air
Candy with the gloss
I'm about to lift it out
Can't you see someone on me you don't like
And then lick it out
We don't need to look at a town
We rip em off
My wrist folded
Forget how much tip costs
Buy a hundered k i don't wanna play
Young Dro rides hard in the summer day
Sellin dope, it'd be giant in my mama's day
Bad hoes get treated like runaways
Bitch you need to go home cool out and smoke a blunt today
Go and say how my cut look like egg yolk
I keep two with me all in the bed though
My money fed though
It's Grand Hustle bread boy
We got 28 inches in the air
What you scared for?

[Chorus x2]

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Young Dro - We Lied Lyrics

We Lied Lyrics - Young Dro

Ay, ay who dis is
My girlfriend
Ay, ay who we talkin' bout
My girlfriend
Ay, ay who dis is
My girlfriend
Who dat is
My girlfriend
Ay, ay who it is
My girlfriend
Ay ay, check this out

[Chorus]
I said I weren't gon never hurt you
You said you ain't gon never hurt me
We lied

Little melt
How could I do this to myself
I lied to her
And plus I lied to myself
Nothing's left
The relationship done lost it's breath
It stopped breathing
It died last season
I think about you leaving
Cuz you a sexy little creature
Thought I was lying
When I said I ain't fuck Alicia
And I don't wanna hear what Mika said
And fuck Keisha
I betcha they'll fuck me
All you gotta do is leave us
Make you out a believer
We some grown ass people
Dem bitches get on my nerves
That's why I be smokin' reefer
First we start arguing
Then I open up my ether
When I open up my ether
The shit gets deeper
At first you start throwin shit
Then you start bowin shit
Running round hollerin'
Tryin' guess bout who I'm hoein' wit
You know who I'm goin' wit
I be there when you doin it
I done hit the do' no latter than one in the morning

[Hook]
Man
It's been a long spin loving this woman
At first we was in love in the beginning
It was strong then
Now you talkin' bout you don't want me
Well gone then
If we don't get along
Why we talkin' on the phone then
First I walked out
Now you want me to come home then
You said we would stay together
Why the fuck am I alone then?

[Chorus]
I said I weren't gon never hurt you
You said you ain't gon never hurt me
We lied

Look man this shit killing me
I'm reacting like Willie B.
Beatin on my chest
Y'all niggaz ain't feeling me
Cards you dealing me
I'm like
What the fuck is you givin' me
We both got injuries
Now we play religiously
Same hoes hatin' on us
Numbers they be slipping me
You rippin me
You temptin me
You thought that you was clippin' me?
I knew you got them stacks when you took em
I knowed instantly
Left the shit for you to go shopping
To get some Bemanes
You acting like a enemy
Why the fuck is you hittin' me?
Hoes tellin' lies to you
Why aren't you defending me?
Now I'm finna cheat
Now I'm finna creep
Now I'm finna have different women in my V
Why
She lied on me
Why
Fly homie
Fuck working it out
I'm finna go and ride homie
Now I'm sleeping here
Creeping here
Bout to spend a week here
Guess who I'm fuckin' round with
That bitch Keisha, yeah

[Hook]
Man
It's been a long spin loving this woman
At first we was in love in the beginning
It was strong then
Now you talkin' bout you don't want me
Well gone then
If we don't get along
Why we talkin' on the phone then
First I walked out
Now you want me to come home then
You said we would stay together
Why the fuck am I alone then?

[Chorus]
I said I weren't gon never hurt you
You said you ain't gon never hurt me
We lied

I'm fuckin' round wit Keisha
Ain't no passion though our mansion gold
Rock, Rap, Classical
Benz color pistachio
They love me I'm more into V
Game international
Me and Nick go 26
Great grand national
I love her
I ain't said shit
I don't know who to share it with
I'm talkin' bout my girl
This who I be breakin' bread with
Dread shit
Selling dro
She never let the feds know
This house I'm in used to be full of love
But where it go
Man I wanna let it go
I love you cuz I said so
I cheated and regret it though
I let my cousin Tres know
Told me get a thousand roses
Plus seven more
We would never hurt one other
That's what we said though
We lied gone and say it, folk
We miss each other extra though
But guess what I can't get out my head
Guess what we said, folk

[Chorus]
I said I weren't gon never hurt you
You said you ain't gon never hurt me
Ay, we lied

[Hook]
Man
It's been a long spin loving this woman
At first we was in love in the beginning
It was strong then
Now you talkin' bout you don't want me
Well gone then
If we don't get along
Why we talkin' on the phone then
First I walked out
Now you want me to come home then
You said we would stay together
Why the fuck am I alone then?

[Chorus]
I said I weren't gon never hurt you
You said you ain't gon never hurt me
We lied

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Young Dro - We Gettin Rich Lyrics

We Gettin Rich Lyrics - Young Dro

(feat. Sunshine)

[Intro:]
Like That Nigga
Uh Huh Uh Huh Uh Huh
Uh Huh Uh Huh Uh Huh

[Chorus: x2]
We Gettin Rich Nigga
We Gettin Rich Nigga
They Like This Nigga
(Uh Huh Uh Huh We Gettin Rich Uh Huh Uh Huh)
We Gettin Rich Nigga
We Gettin Rich Nigga
They Like This Nigga

[Dro:]
Snapper Calico Splapper
Over Seas Napster
Chevy Pine-Apple Africa
Oh Mighty God Im A Trappa
Ridin In This Waffle House Charger
Wit Cartier Napster
Zone3 Bastard
I Can Get Them Ghost Like Casper
Fat Bank-Roll Like Jasper
25 Keys' In Nebraska
God Please Make It All Freeze I Believe In Disaster
Jesus Is After
Self-Preservation Is First
Tell Kids Education Is First
Sellin Dope Is Only Makin Is Worst
Niggas Play Wit Da Work, Get Shot Then Lay In A Hurst
Prayin at Birth
God Do Ya Hear Me In Da Hemi
Fully Auto Semi And A Fifth A Bottle Remy
Ridin Down Deihl On Skinnies
Sittin On 26 Inches In My Fruit Punch Linen
DuPonts Spinnin
Imma Keep Trappin And Trappin Until I Make It In This Got Damn Rappin
Imma Tell Em All How It Happened
From Summerhill To Kimney Court
With No Got Damn Cappin
Dro

[Chorus]

[Sunshine:]
Twenty-Five Grand On The Wrist
If I Was A Nigga Yall Bitches Would Be On My Dick
Chocolate Covered Pumps From Berlin
Yeah Sunshine Take Trips
You Like How Them Seven Jeans Grip My Hips
Im Lookin All Sassy When I Like My Lips
When I See These Tricks
My Pockets Stay Fat With A Grip
Cameras Stay Flashin
I Look Then I Pose With A Tilt
Yall Cant Do It Like Me Im Fly
Gotta Drop The Top Like Whenever I Ride
I Get By With My Homie On The Side
X-T-A-C-I- No Lie
Young Dro
Big Bro Yeah We Get Dough
100 Yard Dash Fake Niggas Got To Go
Only Real Bitches Feel Me At The Show
Fiendin For That X And Imma Give'em A Lil More
(Uhhh Huuuhhh)
We Gettin Rich Nigga
If Ya Wanna Holla Then U Gotta Be The Shit Nigga
Fuck It Tho They Callin Overseas
I Told Yall Punk Hoes Better Get Like Me Nigga

[Chorus]

[Dro:]
You Kno How Tried Me Its The Principle
I Am So Difficult
My Life Is Irresistable
They Judge Me In Municiple
State Court Lawyers Make Drug Cases Fixable
Million Dollas Every Year, Grand Hustle
Benz Coupe Sixable
Now Models Are Kissable
Diamonds Are Wristable
The Finger On My Wrist Is Blue
Im The Only Nigga That A Bunch Of People Listen Too
They Tell Me That Im Lyrical
I Promise Em A Miracle
Spiritual
Even Though My Conditions Are Critical
Double Length Scereble
But God Man Im Hearable
Lord I Am Fearable
Im Hard But Im Terrible
SS Impala Ride Out Veerable
Wood Grain Steering Wheel
The Porshe Truck Is Tear Blue
Pop Krystal Like You Niggas Pop A Beer Or 2To
Shots To Ya Crib Queer And Aint Nobody Hearin You
Young Dro Perry Homes Nigga We Aint Fearin You

Yo, See U Know We Gettin Rich Anyway Nigga So You Better Sit Back And Watch This Shit
Young Dro Ya
You See Me On The Block You See Me Walkin The Blocks Aye
(We Gettin Rich Nigga!)

[Chorus]

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Young Dro - U Don't See Me Lyrics

U Don't See Me Lyrics - Young Dro

Ladies and geantle-man! You are now tuned into the very best! A jazzy finzzale!
Product-shinzzale! Young Dro!Slim Thugga!

[Chorus:]
Youn' see all my jews, Youn' see how im ridin'.
Younn' see how i struggle, Youn' see how i grind.You push a nigga hatin', tell em' to get
In line,But when it's grand hustle, till deez niggas go shine. You don't see me nigga, you
Don't see me. You don't see me nigga, you don't see me. You don't see me nigga, you don't see
Me. You don't see me nigga, you don't see me.You dotn see me nigga, you don't see me!

[Verse 1:]
Dro, I ride ova ya
H, nigga, covia
Weight come from cobia
80 k, and wachovia
Push a nigga, phobia
I call em' like a nokia
They know i got the juice
Cause the wip Fruit Topia
Dope boy, Dopin' ya
Duct tapin', and ropin' ya.
Cleaner than a bitch
Ivory suds, is soapin' ya
Summer, super sokin' ya
Yeah bich, im provokin' ya
AK to ya neck
Cool out shawty
It's chokin ya!
Snipers still scopin' ya
My Russin killers open ya
Bust the wrong move muthafucka
We'll open ya
Apple testa rostin' ya
I smackin vest open up
Rearrange ya face
Stick the 4-4 magnum close enough
Black lack ocean ya
Trappin by the Osha Bra
Popi said he ran out of white
Now get the Opium
Niggas drive sodium I stand up like a podium
Smooth like linolium presidently I rolly em'
DRO...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Bitch Please Shit Here Aint New To Me
Over Seas Water Still Blue To Me
100 Keys They Won't Have A Clue it's Me
I Walk Up Out The Airport Only Bad Hoes Pursue Me
A Pimp Fluently They Chase Me Like A Truency
Young Dro Yea In On The Block And Im The Newest G
You Wana Do A G Come And Talk To A G
You Might Not Even Act Like That
Only If You Knew A G
I Ride One Chick Paint Look Sunkist
Best Thang Smokin Young Dro Im The One Bitch
Stay One Car Drizzle Is A Pornstar
Bet Im On The 6's I Bet Im Ridin Northstar

[Chorus]

[Slim Thug:]
[Verse 3]
You don't see me candy drop top down on 4's
You don't see me 25 riding out in a Rolls
You don't see me pulling up err day dime hoe's
You don't see a nigga fresh from his head to his toes
Neck and wrist froze hell yeah a player shine
Do it big on a daily you should see me on my grind
All it's getting mine on dem H-Town blocks,
Dodgin them fake niggas and dem pussy ass cops
You don't see me on ya TV reppin tha H
You don't see me putting Texas all up in ya face
Slim Thug a muthafucka You don't see me I'm a boss
Think the ride is live you should see a nigga house
Pay tha cost to floss real heavy, got everything
Holding from tha choppa to tha Chevy I'm ready
Fucking wit my nigga Young Dro, You don't see me
With the P$C wrecking on the floor Hoe

[Chorus]

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Young Dro - Tropical Lyrics

Tropical Lyrics - Young Dro

[Chorus: x4]
Chevy paint tropical
A wima way, a wima way
Got them callin Fema, cause my chopper on Katrina spray

[Verse 1:]
I bear arms, literally bare arms
30 inch air don, G4, we call it air fun
Plus, I got some killas over there and over there for em
My partna couldn't make it, I'm a put one in your hair for him.
32 inches and the rims come in rare form
My partnas on the block know I love em and I care for em
I remember we was in the blood, sellin heron
Shawty caught a charge, nigga, trust me, I was there for him
Somebody say a prayer for him
I never overlook ya'll
The shit ya doin uptown is like a preseason in football
People tellin me I'm bein wise buy some Rarri's
I said "or jump, I'm gonna go and get my chopper"
I ain't scared, I'm ridin around bumpin Cyndi Lauper
Bout to stop at Burger King and get me a Whopper
Niggas just mad cause my rims so whopper
Plus it's Grand Hustle, ya'll never could stop us.

[Chorus: x4]
Chevy paint Tropical
A wima way, a wima way
Got them callin Fema, cause my chopper on Katrina spray

[Verse 2:]
I love killings are passionate
Murders are immaculate
Acute angle, shoot at a nigga, cause I'll rackulate
Bullets to the front of your head, and blow out the back of it
36 ounces, now let's see what I can stack of it
I am not average, more like maverick
One niper slug and a prayer, that's what I battle with
Manslaughter, shawty droppin niggas like cattle shit
Like snakes, I rattle it, killins for no matter
In the hood on that old batter batter shit
Bitch try to rob me, like a heart they on that saddle shit
Die Another Day, James Bond, ya'll see me
No hoes drunk cause I'm in the Aston Martini
I walk up in the mall, 20 large and branini bitch
Penthouse at the 12, 90-inch screen tv bitch
Bitches goin crazy just cause they see me on tv bitch
My Chevy paint Tropical, niggas can't see me bitch!

[Chorus: x8]
Chevy paint Tropical
A wima way, a wima way
Got them callin Fema, cause my chopper on Katrina spray

Dro!

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Young Dro - They Don't Really Know Bout Dro Lyrics

They Don't Really Know Bout Dro Lyrics - Young Dro

They don't really know about

[Chorus]
Dro (niggaz swear they know about)
Dro (What they say they smokin man)
Dro (hey I think y'all niggaz playin)
They don't really know about they don't really know about
Dro

[Verse 1]
Niggaz try stoppin me fulfill him like a prophecy (oh yes)
While them hoes watchin me and while them hoes jockin me (what yall hoes want)
Feds tried to rocket me and knock me out properly (they said BAM!)
I was on a robbery my gat sung operaly
500 dollar bill teach 'em bout Monopoly
Mansion wit the bed in it models lay on top of me
Niggaz tried droppin me them slugs bounced off of me
Murder niggaz softly the judge still walkin me
Hoes get chunked off bitches can't talk to me
Catch a nigga crossin me they gotta get the law for me
26 possibly I sang to 'em gossiply (oh Lord)
I'mma die awesomely with grands on the top of me
Mockin me I'll turn ya chest into podomy (blaow blaow!)
Everything mafia growin up Gotti G
Four 15's in the trunk I got a lotta beat
How could these niggaz be Dro? They don't know how to be

[Chorus 2X]
Dro (niggaz swear they know about)
Dro (What they say they smokin man)
Dro (hey I think y'all niggaz playin)
They don't really know about they don't really know about
Dro

[Verse 2]
First I let my chain glow y'all know how that thang go
Put them colors in my rims now Im ridin rainbow
Hood nigga fuck 'em all I'm at Charlie train po'(???)
Orange Daytona me and Kuntry ridin mango
Umbrellas pop out the Phantom do' when it rain though
Polo that fresh like I'm Carson but I ain't lame though
NIggas say I'm fly wit the rappin but I can sang though
What you know bout Hightower Ridge and Delmar Lane though
Tech jump out when I'm bustin but I can aim though
Make a hundred thou if you touch it you get yo brains blowed
M&M Regal the fuck is you in my lane fo'
Nigga you don't see these goons and what they bring war
Water paint Chevy lil buddy said that's my rain car
800 Benz lil cuzz this ain't the same car
Danger anger Herne Home ranger
I was sellin dope before Jesus was in a manger

[Chorus 2X]
Dro (niggaz swear they know about)
Dro (What they say they smokin man)
Dro (hey I think y'all niggaz playin)
They don't really know about they don't really know about
Dro

[Verse 3]
Dro you can smell me sell me hail me
Nigga come short on that gram you gotta scale me
Young Dro postseason wit bald head L be
Right by auntie Rachel where Teetee and me and Lanelle be
Y'all ridin 24's I ride February
28 inches try to jack and you'll get buried
12 gauge shell heat I ??? don't like to bury
Knock a nigga teeth out his mouth for the tooth fairy
Baskin Robbins paint on my Chevy my whip berry
50 bricks shawty man we blew them thangs every week
Last week my Cutlass was blue but it change every week
I be in the club brand new in that thang every week
Haters in the club I shoot two of them lames every week
Y'all game very weak ain't nothin you can tell me
Pull up in a pearl V they be like "how the hell he
Sittin up in the Phantom on Simpson eatin a 12 piece?"
That's

[Chorus 2X]
Dro (niggaz swear they know about)
Dro (What they say they smokin man)
Dro (hey I think y'all niggaz playin)
They don't really know about they don't really know about
Dro

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Young Dro - Shoulder Lean Lyrics

Shoulder Lean Lyrics - Young Dro

[Chorus: T.I. - 2X]
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean, let your shoulder lean
Just let your shoulder lean

[Verse 1]
Dro...I'm clean in this bitch
Now I'm finna shoulder lean in this bitch
Nigga buck..carbon 15 in this bitch
This Grand Hustle team of kings is gettin' rich
I lean and get lit, lima bean 6
I take breath, the opposite of Primatine Mist
I ride 26 and let my 9 screen "flip"
Dro be watchin' Oprah, Mac, 9 up in a clip
Triple black Phantom nigga nah it ain't Tip
With Lucky charm diamonds and man but nah it ain't Flip
K bounce..ok then I let my shoulder lean
And I bet my car talk, and I bet my motor clean
Suicide doors, Brown Rover look like pok n bean
Erybody know me in the club cuz they smokin' me..Dro
Hoes scopin' me, ice come from Bo Bareeton
Hundred carats have 'em froze for an eon
Red, black, and white Chevy now I'm ridin' Deion
Put them lights off in my rims, now I'm ridin' neon
Our cars look like cra-yon, hoes know I'm the man though
I can shoulder lean... ionno how to dance thooooo

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
First I let my wheels spin, then I let my screen fall
Then I let my trunk beat at Greenbriar Mall, tall
And then I pimp a hoe, take a bitch to Berlin
Bitch break niggaz, after that we fuck they girlfriend
My girl got a girlfriend, Chevy blue like whirlwind
Nigga it's a drought on that boy, so I got that girl in
Pearl Bent', cockin' hammer, Arm & Hammer propaganda
Bitches think I'm pimpin' and leanin' in salamander sandels
Dirty South hot cuz Atlanta.. show niggaz with ammo
We ride Phantom, holla shawty for grammar
Yep, now I be on TV, BET, Out the channel
Hood nigga from Bankhead, I stay by Grandma Nana
I lay by my banana, dumpin' and punkin' monkeys
Don't nobody live with my mom but a bunch of junkies
Throw me the donkey, bitch I ride glaze on the haze
Gator green Chevy, gator gut, alligator J's

[Chorus]

[8X]
Lean, lean

Get ya shoulder shawty

[Chorus]

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Young Dro - Shell Lyrics

Shell Lyrics - Young Dro

(feat. TIP & MacBoney)

[Verse 1: T.I.P]
Hey Pimp Squad Pimp Hard We Gettin Ours Of Top
Hit Broad Ass Niggaz In Dey Jaws Of Top
Pisol Whip Em Then Bust Em In Da Leg Wit Da Glock
Leave Em Fuckin Shell Shocked
Dont Get Cha Fuckin Head Chopped
4 Tryin 2 Hustle A Broad But Nigga Ours Dont Stop
Wheather We Hustle Broads Or Gettin Our Of Blocks
Used 2 See Us On Da Block
Hangin In Da Spot Chillin Fire Hot
But We Out Till Diss Yeall Start Sellin
Time 2 Re-Up And Im Waitin On Dude But Not Devin
Kno Da Feds Wonder Who No Clue Im Not Tellin
We Vintage Hustlers
Throwback Gangstas From "87"
Extremly Rare I Swear Im Like Number 9 Out Of 11
Now You See Us Flashin Toolz On "22" Hot Wheelin
Back 2 Back 2 Back In Black And Blue And White 7's
Came Along Way From The Trap Wit Dem Hard White 7's
Its A Blessin That You Peasants Was Graced Wit Our Presents

[Hook:]
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
You Dont Want No Part Of Da Squad
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
Send Somethin At You Hit Cha Hard In Ya Heart
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
I Promise Nigga You Dont Want It Wit Us
You Dumb As Hell And Ass Out Tryin 2 Call Our Bluff [x2]

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Yall Caught Us On Brawus
Change Da Paint On Da Chevy June, July, And August
Try One Of My Dogs Get 2 Of Ya Dogs Slaughtered
12 Chasin Us On Da Trap But They Aint Caught Us
Dimes Jockin Who Saw Us A Watch Da Ammo
Slugs In Da Belt Strapped On My Chest Boy Im Ramdro
Soldier Give Me My Warriors Gucci My Leather
Fresh Air Force Ones My Guns Dats Betta
Whateva Mafia Learnin
Feds Found Out I Was Bilengual
When Dey Heard Me Speakin In German
Twistin And Turnin
Drug Dealer Clickin And Bustin
Im Section 8 Project Livin But Im Dealin Wit Russians
I Swear Bodies I'll Drop Slow
My Mexican Colt Quepaso
Doublle Glock
30 Round Clips I'll Knock Em Out Folk
Reload Swiftly
Approxamatly 120 Slugs Come Plenty
Wont Stop Until My Whole Clip Empty Cause Im

[Hook:]
Shell
You Dont Want No Part Of Da Squad
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
Send Somethin At You Hit Cha Hard In Ya Heart
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
I Promise Nigga You Dont Want It Wit Us
You Dumb As Hell And Ass Out Tryin 2 Call Our Bluff
Man Dem Niggaz Shell

[Verse 3: MacBoney]
Im Da First Sarg. In A Blackout
I Pull Da Black Mack Out
I Blow Ya Back Out
Shoot You Up Higher Then Stackhouse
My Nine Clear House
Hide In Da Corner Nigga Play Mouse
I Brang Da K Out
We Serve Up Beef Like A Steak House
The Devils Play House
You Talkin Shit But You Dont Weigh Out
Lets See What Dey Bout
But Shit You Kno How Dats Gone Play Out
We Paid And Dey Not
So We Dont Care Shit We Gone Spray Shots
You Might Leave 2nite But We Gone Catch You In Yo Day Spot
We Glorify Hot
Ridin Big In Dem Fat Knots
This Where Da Game Stops
We Classic Soldiers Just Like Reebok
Ridin Hightops I Be So High I See Da Rooftops
Pistol Stay Cocked Cause Niggaz Thrivin Up On My Block
Shut Da Fuck Up
Back Tha Fuck Up
Bitch You'll Get Touched
My Clique 2 Much
We Gone Go Out Rich And Famous
So You Can Blame Us
You Already Pointin Fingers
These Niggaz Sangers
We Classified As Entertainers

[Hook:]
Shell
You Dont Want No Part Of Da Squad
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
Send Somethin At You Hit Cha Hard In Ya Heart
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
I Promise Nigga You Dont Want It Wit Us
You Dumb As Hell And Ass Out Tryin 2 Call Our Bluff

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Young Dro - Rubberband Banks Lyrics

Rubberband Banks Lyrics - Young Dro

[Chorus:]
Rubber band banks (boing yoing yoing yoing)
Tokyo Diamonds (joing yoing yoing yoing)
Grand Hustle ice (it be glowing yoing yoing yoing)
When we in the club (they think it's snowing yoing yoing yoing)
28 inches (in the A yay yay yaer)
We be deep (everywhere yer yer yer)
Bitches want me (cause ima play yay yay yaer)
You know I got them choppas (cause ima spray yay yay yaer)

[Verse 1:]
Ima outer space balla, put you up on astronomy.
Mathematically with a pistol I do trigonometry.
Humbly, eat up a nigga like a paranah B.
Riding in the cutlass same color as a bumble bee.
I had to man I brought the flip flop jag through.
Paint the Chevy sad blue, you know my devi sad blue.
Ride straight pass you, my choppas will outlast you.
I promise ima smash you, 30-06's blast you.
600 see through Benz call it the glass coup.
Diamonds look like Passion Fruit, Viper look like Apple Fruit.
Ride through the hood you know the Burban look like Snaple Juice.
Bricks from black facts, from Summa Hill Pappa 2.
Rapper who, bitch you know I'm the Best Thang Smoking.
Hit em in the neck with the Tech, and leave ya throat smoking.
Dro Rollin, bitch I got a million for yo million.
We up in these hoods trapping, building after building.

[Chorus:]
Rubber band banks (boing yoing yoing yoing)
Tokyo Diamonds (joing yoing yoing yoing)
Grand Hustle ice (it be glowing yoing yoing yoing)
When we in the club (they think it's snowing yoing yoing yoing)
28 inches (in the A yay yay yaer)
We be deep (everywhere yer yer yer)
Bitches want me (cause ima play yay yay yaer)
You know I got them choppas (cause ima spray yay yay yaer)

[Verse 2:]
I love flipping down screens, and love riding 23's.
Love gliding down the street, and love watching Lean On Me.
Love paying Ten-a-Key, love selling pounds of weed.
Love in the club when my thugs all surrounding me.
Ain't nobody bouncing me, DJ is announcing me.
Shawty say she want Dro, I think she want a ounce of me.
Fed's trying to pounce on me, I'm larger than a mountain B.
Shawty say she fuck with Grand Hustle bitch bounce with me.
Ice come from Tokyo, roll like the rolla poll.
5 blunts of total dro, I think I'm bout to overdose.
Trunk ain't bumping and jumping, it got the holy ghost.
Bricks by the 50, 10 naw shawty 40 more.
Trap time nigga, yeah strap time nigga put out better rubber band,
Crap time nigga, in my lap a nine nigga,
45 in the console, show em how the reversible clip'll do a drum roll.

[Chorus:]
Rubber band banks (boing yoing yoing yoing)
Tokyo Diamonds (joing yoing yoing yoing)
Grand Hustle ice (it be glowing yoing yoing yoing)
When we in the club (they think it's snowing yoing yoing yoing)
28 inches (in the A yay yay yaer)
We be deep (everywhere yer yer yer)
Bitches want me (cause ima play yay yay yaer)
You know I got them choppas (cause ima spray yay yay yaer)

[Verse 3:]
28 inches (in the A ya yaer)
G4 (in the A ya yaer)
Young Dro (waves in my hair ya yaer)
Bitches want me (cause ima play yay yaer)
Rock Cartier, Ima Chief like an Indian.
Freaks are Caribbean, my feet are amphibian.
Prototype Bentley with? in the Vivian.
Dark sniper riding in the Viper up in Michigan.
Fucking with my clique'll get you lost like Gilligan.
Dro is on the pill again I promise Ima kill again.
Yall fake niggas how the fuck could you be real again.
Murder all foes I trap em up than I seal em in.
Rubber band fitted, S Yutan Chevy, Straight drop Glad got that S Yutan ready.
Cutlass Cam ready paint, extra Cranberry.
Ice Cream Chevy, nigga Ben & Jerry.

Rubber band banks (boing yoing yoing yoing)
Tokyo Diamonds (joing yoing yoing yoing)
Grand Hustle ice (it be glowing yoing yoing yoing)
When we in the club (they think it's snowing yoing yoing yoing)
28 inches (in the A yay yay yaer)
We be deep (everywhere yer yer yer)
Bitches want me (cause ima play yay yay yaer)
You know I got them choppas (cause ima spray yay yay yaer)

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Young Dro - Presidential Lyrics

Presidential Lyrics - Young Dro

[Baby:]
Ladies and Gentlemen, this young man is the author of the book
Pimps are people too
He is also the president of guns, bitches, and automobiles
He also controls all the seafood trade
He got, the skrimps, the lobsters, the primes
The selmon, the little selmon, the big selmen
The sardines, the cardads, and all that
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together and give a warm welcome
To Jay fizzle, my nizzle, fo shizzle
(Turn up J. Fizzle's microphone)
[Jazze Pha - in backround]
Tell me why, why, is it soo
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold (ice cold)
Tell me why, why, is it soo
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold

[Baby:]
Stunner and T Kizzie, that's so icey
Mommy gave me rangs on the back of my bikey
I got the mink coat for wifey, wifey
Icey icey, my wifey wifey
[TQ:]
They should have named me Dr. Freeze
Cause I'm the coldest nigga y'all done seen
The day that rap met r&b
Got the birdman, Jazze, and me
[Baby:]
Ay, ay, see I'm so icey, my life so cool
So so icey, the boys a fool
Ice from iceman, I ice my boo
Iced all over, from my head to her shoe
[TQ:]
Ice in the mail from Jacob boo
I got a million dollar prala seat behind ya too
It's million dollar mob that's behind me boo
Now watch what the fuck I do
(Wipe em down, wipe em down, biatch)

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Tell me why, why, (whyyy) is it soo (is it soo)
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold (so ice cold)
Tell me why, why, is it soo, (tell me whyyy) soo
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold

[Baby:]
Ay, ay, T Kizzie, r&b round
I put ice on my mom, and my sister too
It's mister icey icey, in the burgendy coupe
[TQ:]
I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he still was here
On the white-wall tires, with them white-wall rims
[Baby:]
The million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots
I got ice all over, with the million dollar shoes
[TQ:]
Look at iced up dro back, iced up me
Watch #18 as he kill the cit-ty
[Baby:]
Put ice on my benz, On the 20 inch rims
And I ice my lens with the burberry tims
I got ice on my wrist, too cold to melt
Pinky ring, icey icey, in a bird nest
[TQ:]
I'm from the ice clique, we unexplainably rich
Whole lot of hits, whole lot of chips
C-O the birdman, whole lot of bricks
Put it all together, that's a whole lot of shit

[Chrous: Jazze Pha]

[Baby:]
Ay, ay, T Kizzie, big pimpin
I got million dollar game, with as fly as freak
Princess, bigness, ice on my teeth
Round shape, we shape, my shit is a fool
I got 15 karats, icey ice my boo
[TQ:]
Went to the corner, you can see me
I'm in the ice cold six four, smokin dro
Ballin nice and e-z, ss that I bought from fresh
With the Cali license plate that read L.A. is best
[Baby:]
Big Wop is iced out, and Ceedi iced out
Tiny-toe, big g, my rounds iced out
And Exey icey hot, and busy is too
We get money, spit ice, and wear gucci suits
[TQ:]
Let me tell you bout what we are, is what we are
Ice cold money makin, see ya marra
And we gon keep ballin til they close the bar
And do the same damn thing tomarra
Oh yeah, Oh yeah

[Chorus: Jazze pha]

Fo sho nigga, y'all know who want this ice shit
For this game nigga, it ain't no secret
See ya morra for life nigga
My whole crew shinnin nigga
Busy, birdman, third world magnolia, biatch
Say T Queezie, your too hot for me pimpin
See you stunnin, and you talk enough shit to make a cripple man walk
I'm a tell you like this dog
See Jimmy you holdin down back there nigga, keep your head up
Say Elton, you still one of the hottest niggas out there nigga
You aint front at all nigga, keep ya head up, biatch
My brothers in this shit ya heard me, biatch, biatch
Brrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Birdcall motherfucker, birdcall motherfucker

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Young Dro - Oops (My Bad) Lyrics

Oops (My Bad) Lyrics - Young Dro

I'll trap my ass
... to my change...
... myself

... be your swag
Got a bad bitch...
Oops my bad...
Oops my bad...
Oops my bad my bad...
Oops my bad my bad...

... aint' takin no... no straight
Hoody was that... right... on me
... you got... you did it...
Vision
Some... I use... I got so much...
So unload that... see that...
Round and round...
That's... too final me

... say my name, say my name

... say my name

I'm about to show my ass
... long day
... and I trash, my home back
Count it in the out of shit
Long of day... I stands out
Maserati swear to God klike corporate bitch...
Kickin shit... baby sign that... drinking... true religion

Outside my hands on...
Got a bad bitch...
Oops my bad...
Oops my bad...
Oops my bad my bad...
Oops my bad my bad...

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Young Dro - My Girl Lyrics

My Girl Lyrics - Young Dro

[T.I.]
O,O,O,O,O
Ha... yeah...
Aye Young Dro
You know these niggaz hate that shit tho {My girl got a girlfriend}
These niggaz can't barely get one bitch man
They see me with 3 or 4 man {who the fuck this nigga think he is}
They wanna kill theyself man {is that my bitch with his bitch}
Pimp Squad Click man
They don't say that shit for nothing man

[Chorus]
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl benz
Passin' by ya
Sittin' higher
Flya then what yurrs is
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin girls in
You don't want my dick up in her
Keep her 'way from hurr then
My girl got a girlfriend
That make you wanna
We be ballin
You be callin
Why you over there then
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin girls in
You don't want my dick up in her
Keep her 'way from hurr then

[T.I.]
I'm so fly
A few of my lady friends
Is super bi~Sexuals
And usually high
Might even give you a try
You ain't in the no
You never know
Whether they do or not
They ain't gay
They just like to play
A little screw or not
Especially when they
Bad as ever
Rarely got them booty shots
See up in Body Tap
On the stage
They strippin now
Make it rain
Smackin' bitches asses
Till they booty drop
I train bitch
To show all you lame bitches
You ain't hot
Fake niggaz
Aint with her
Bitch got shit you ain't got
Like better watches
Better brawds
And all the you cars
You ain't coped
Exclusive S Classics
Standin' tall in the parking lot
Saw her pull out with seven freaks
Is that what you so salty 'bout?

[Chorus]
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl benz
Passin' by ya
Sittin' higher
Flya then what yurrs is
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin girls in
You don't want my dick up in her
Keep her 'way from hurr then
My girl got a girlfriend
That make you wanna
We be ballin
You be callin
Why you over there then
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin girls in
You don't want my dick up in her
Keep her 'way from hurr then

[Young Dro]
Y'all niggaz Salty
Hessian hoes want me
Yesaday I was the freshes nigga in the country
Bad hoes hunt me
They follow me on Sunday
The rape me on Monday
And they blow the cush in front of me
Tuesday
I have them eatin pussy rightin front of me
Wensday
We ?
Broke that nigga
After that we bought a Hummer G
Thursday
We took it home
Friday
We get some mo
Got a grand
Get some blow
Buy the daum liquor store
Drink untill we drunk
Then in the morning
Then we hit the jewelry store
Yellow fits
Yellow wrists
Yellow chicks
Yelow cris
Bitch you gotta yield
You don't see this daum yellow whip
Yellow gun
Yellow clip
Fruity gat shoot it back
Crome band
Bitch niggaz
What you doing with that
Take 'em back
Make 'em pop a bunch of pills
Make a bitch eat it
Tryin to show that hoe how fun it is

[Chorus]
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl benz
Passin' by ya
Sittin' higher
Flya then what yurrs is
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin girls in
You don't want my dick up in her
Keep her 'way from hurr then
My girl got a girlfriend
That make you wanna
We be ballin
You be callin
Why you over there then
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin girls in
You don't want my dick up in her
Keep her 'way from hurr then

[T.I.]
You might see her on motor skates
Broke ass nigga 'pose to hate
Who the fuck she think she is
All a nigga know to say
She passin' by 'em blowin hey
Leanin' on a shoulder blade
'Shoulder Leanin' as Dro would say
She blowin on it all day
Superfreaks and bueaty queens
She like to see them do they thang
As soon as they get to the seen
They shinin as hard as you done seen
The badest bitches you ever seen
Her earring give off a blueish gleem
Rollin on a couple things
May be down for other things

[Young Dro]
She might be down for the thing
But TIP it might just be my ring
And how I got this other bitch
She lickin on my dig-o-ling
I broke her slow
And strocked it slow
Lick it watch it grow some mo
Bust a nut
Bust a nut
And watch me fuck that hoe some more
She said
'Dro can you go some mo?'
Fuck yes
Im the best
Aint playin around
My pimpin on deck
Lick a bitch low
Now the bitch all wet
Ridin throught the city on
Deep crome sets
Wrist so fresh
She so fresh
{my girl got a girlfriend}
Man I can deal with that

[Chorus]
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl benz
Passin' by ya
Sittin' higher
Flya then what yurrs is
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin girls in
You don't want my dick up in her
Keep her 'way from hurr then
My girl got a girlfriend
That make you wanna
We be ballin
You be callin
Why you over there then
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin girls in
You don't want my dick up in her
Keep her 'way from hurr then

My girl got a
My girl got a
My girl
My girl got a girl
MY girl got a girl
My girl got a girl
My girl got a grilfriend
My girl got a
My girl got a girlfriend
My girl got a girlfriend
My girl got a girlfriend
My girl got a girlfriend

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Young Dro - Man In The Trunk Lyrics

Man In The Trunk Lyrics - Young Dro

[Nitti]
Jackie Chan... That Jackie Chan... The fuck is Jackie Chan
Tell 'em bout that Jackie Chan man (what).. Fuck is Jackie Chan

[Young Dro]
Naw son fa real Trey back up off me son... You don't even know
My style dunn

[Nitti]
Dro... Tell 'em bout that Jackie Chan tho nigga... Nitti Beats...
The fuck is Jackie Chan nigga... Let 'em know

[Chorus - Young Dro]
Young Dro I ain't playin wit it (playin wit it)
Trunk got that Jackie Chan in it (Jackie Chan in it)
Sound like it got a band in it (got a band in it)
I'm the freshest in the Lamb' wit it (in the Lamb' wit it)
Y'all niggaz fugazzin it (fugazzin it)
Diamonds look like koolaid in it (like koolaid in it)
Different flavor Cartier wit it (Cartier wit it)
Big paint bitch play wit it (bitch play wit it)

[Verse 1]
I ain't playin.. IHOP blue Cutlass
24 inches... IHOP blue buttons
4-4 in my hand wit a snipe I'm armed Russian
Dro you from ATL nigga how you talk Russian?
Slugs start to bustin and my ammo got that serial
Catch a nigga slippin hit him in the equilibrium
SS Impala... shawty I'm darin 'em
Cartiers and Prada.. shawty I'm killin 'em
Look at my chain and my ice look triple blue
You poppin these nigga I'mma bring the triple through
And bitches be up on the block like "I'm sick of you"
And I'm like "bitch please I'm dickin you"
The 'vert Flipper blue the chirp bigger too
Hey picked out for a Bentley she a mini blue
Dropped in wit a bitch named Missy Pooh
Trunk bang and this the only thing she listen to
Dro

[Chorus - Young Dro]
Young Dro I ain't playin wit it (playin wit it)
Trunk got that Jackie Chan in it (Jackie Chan in it)
Sound like it got a band in it (got a band in it)
I'm the freshest in the Lamb' wit it (in the Lamb' wit it)
Y'all niggaz fugazzin it (fugazzin it)
Diamonds look like koolaid in it (like koolaid in it)
Different flavor Cartier wit it (Cartier wit it)
Big paint bitch play wit it (bitch play wit it)

[Verse 2]
Hey move through y'all tryna see how to do y'all
Chevy too tall I see a forehead and that's all
Two tone plus I'm on purple my yay's ???
My bitches bring blocks only thing I do is chirp 'em
Drop twerk 'em ostrich on my Chevy car interior
Plus I'm on that Remy so that shit make me imperial
Ridin down ?? no damage I'm serious
Plus I won't let a nigga have it I'm delirious
I'mma blast period don't question me don't mess wit me
Blue ice bue arm Superman recipe
Plus I'm in that brown Regal same color Nestle
Niggaz see me when I'm in the trey I be in tressa trees
Take the wrong step to me and death'll be yo destiny
I know how to do it so ain't nobody arrestin me
Polo I be dressin in man I be damagin
That fresh hoes be like "damn that's a mannequin"
Dro

[Chorus - Young Dro]
Young Dro I ain't playin wit it (playin wit it)
Trunk got that Jackie Chan in it (Jackie Chan in it)
Sound like it got a band in it (got a band in it)
I'm the freshest in the Lamb' wit it (in the Lamb' wit it)
Y'all niggaz fugazzin it (fugazzin it)
Diamonds look like koolaid in it (like koolaid in it)
Different flavor Cartier wit it (Cartier wit it)
Big paint bitch play wit it (bitch play wit it)

[Verse 3]
Hey summer time (summer time) look at my charm (look at my charm)
I'm iced out baby how can I be warm?
Watermelon Nova my trunk on Vietnam
TV's in the horn watchin Tip on VH-1
26's son wit a robocop gun
I'll blast a nigga from the ground to the sun
The sound of the gun that's when Young Dro chalkin it
Grape linen grape gatorfruit fruit walkin it
Know a nigga bossin it don't make me start chalkin it
I know how to shine cause my arm be on frostbit
Done son no shit my rides look like a parrot do
Know a nigga healthy cause my Cutlass look like carrot juice
Catch me when I'm mashin through I'm froze up I'm rolled up
Young Dro yeah but I am gotdamn Dro'ed up
Bout to put them doors up and crank that damn rose up
4:15 I'm bout to wake these damn hoes up
Dro

[Chorus - Young Dro]
Young Dro I ain't playin wit it (playin wit it)
Trunk got that Jackie Chan in it (Jackie Chan in it)
Sound like it got a band in it (got a band in it)
I'm the freshest in the Lamb' wit it (in the Lamb' wit it)
Y'all niggaz fugazzin it (fugazzin it)
Diamonds look like koolaid in it (like koolaid in it)
Different flavor Cartier wit it (Cartier wit it)
Big paint bitch play wit it (bitch play wit it)

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Young Dro - It Ain't Over Lyrics

It Ain't Over Lyrics - Young Dro

Extreme-aai
this system x2 (hey...)
street my x2
classic x3
right about now x2
come on, all tha ladies,
get on tha dance floor
and just get ur ass on
come on come on and just

[Chorus x2]
fuck tha fat lady, lean over to tha trap lady sane
fish, scaleboy, nineteen eighty kane
eighty chevey frame, ride 4 and everythang
diamonds in my chain, shining on tha lane

[Verse 1]
(i want you to check this out, hey)
my car fusha, everything's super
lights camera action, no time for bloopers
fishscale shawty, im tha blue coop mover
definitely lot of losers, snatching bro'd n

show her how to blow on my glass, eighty cash
eighty pecks of decks, and tha classical eighty jazz
eighty bags of money, eighty macks from royne
A.K.A. they turning beef to eighty packs of bologne
they waited on me, telling when its my time to cool it
blue chevey sit tall, like a colorado moose do
my cookies drown like moons too, my regal look like prune juice
why should i be bishop, im drizzled, i got my own juice
own crew, Own 26s on my own coop
own crib, Own bricks, plus i own a couple chicks
know how to put bitches on they own, let her suck a dick
hey one when one look biggin, they gotta be licking pussy
money push it, bitch we got a avalanch block
with mo cocain then they can pull off of tha dock
cut em off, viro aint bitches aint a thang
in tha chair with tha brains gettin brains, diamonds on my chain

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2]

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Young Dro - I Got Money Lyrics

I Got Money Lyrics - Young Dro

Drop top vet (yea)
I ain't lost yet (uh uh)
I keep my daughter fresh up in that osh kosh set (here we go)
Louise v check
Ralph Lauren to the neck (yes)
I'm bout to go to Africa take me a boa jet (uba duba loga)
I still love trappin I don't think it's boring yet (why)
They see me aimin with the bull horn yet (bow)
Here at home vet I keep an old school chopper (blddd)
Old school oozie (blddd)
New school popper (yes)
Catch me on the west side at the real rocker (yes)
Born home grenades bank head blocker (pow)
Time after time I grind like cindy laugher (time after time)
Girls just wanna have fun in the maybach (wanna have fun)
Waist line glock the trunk boom shocka locka (boom)
Run up in yo house just like I come to meet the fockers (how you doin lady)
If you don't keep it cool you gone probably need a doctor
Shoot him on the floor and let the junkies tear the mop up

If you got a big bank holla I got money
Nan nana nana nan I got money
I ride big rims holla cause I got money
Nan nana nana nan nigga I got money
I fuck a lot of hoes nigga cause I got money
Nan nana nana nan nigga I got money
I smoke a lot of dro cause I got money

Nan nana nana nan nigga I got money

Taliban star (Bin Laden)
Aqua man car (Brrr)
Tropicana rock syrup Pop a tan block (
Choppers and glocks see me ballin like soccer (ball)
I'll pop a nigga like some orville redenbaugher (boop)
See me benny hummer
On fo show a teriyaki (umm)
Bitch get rolling I curve like barracka
Hoes holla bleed with a cherry on top (beee)
Four kenwoods got the speakers on opera (whoo)
Last show I did I got paid like a doctor (thousands)
Gang like the wire man this will damn shock ya (ouch)
I know some trap niggas with some r&b money (stackin)
Kill a million mothafuckas over 300 (war)
Bitch this a Bentley this is not a 300 (what the fuck)
Me and my bitch got Siamese money (twin shit)
Trying this money get you laid in the grave (dead)
Get to the money I don't know how to behave young dro

If you got a big bank holla I got money
Nan nana nana nan nigga I got money
I ride big rims holla cause I got money
Nan nana nana nan nigga I got money
I fuck a lot of hoes nigga cause I got money
Nan nana nana nan nigga I got money
I smoke a lot of dro cause I got money
Nan nana nana nan nigga I got money

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Young Dro - How You Feel Lyrics

How You Feel Lyrics - Young Dro

... on my whip, that how you feel
Take my bitch then meet the... that how you feel
Diamonds everywhere sparkling, that how you feel
Fire that gas up... that how you feel
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel
That how you feel
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel
That how you feel

40 autos on my whip, that how I feel
Take your bitch upon a trip, that how I feel
Try me and I flip the , that how I feel
My coop... like a creep, that how I feel
Your broad dying it give me head, that how she feel
I was born to get the checks, that how I live
Water fountain in the crib, that how I feel
The hoes bouncing off the pills, that hoe they feel
Wanna smoke the weed like a hobo, that how I feel
Everythinag still polo, that how it is
I kill a nigga like jason, that how I feel
Plus I feel like racing, that how I feel, go

Take my bitch then meet the... that how you feel
Diamonds everywhere sparkling, that how you feel
Fire that gas up... that how you feel
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel
That how you feel
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel
That how you feel

Time I tie my shoes
I be tripping, taking tumble classes,
Tumble classes? what
I be flipping like a pregnant broad
Bitch you doing? truly
I be spitting, took my bird walk
I'm buying chicken
This ain't the same benz? mine different
It's a whip... and the kitchen, I ain't lying,
Think I am stalked
Ask your girl... ask your cousin... bout my bindess
1000 on the dinner, tell them boys been there
... stuffing 14 grams in a swisher
You better watch your girl on that... I might kiss her

... on my whip, that how you feel
Take my bitch then meet the... that how you feel
Diamonds everywhere sparkling, that how you feel
Fire that gas up... that how you feel
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel
That how you feel
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel
How you feel, how you feel, how you feel
That how you feel

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Young Dro - High Five Lyrics

High Five Lyrics - Young Dro

[Young Dro (variations throughout)]
High five (high five) high five (high five)
Hey (what's happ'nin)

[Chorus 2X]
When you in the club and you see me (high five)
You know I'm just a thug when you see me (high five)
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him (high five)

[Verse 1]
Dro... it's good to be back I been gone nigga (what)
It's been long nigga (what) I been strong nigga (where you been)
I been in Bankhead Co and Herner Homes nigga (where you been)
I been wit niggaz from Simpson to Culver homes
Westside nigga (hey) Y'all niggaz betta mount up
Big rim Jolly Rancher cars y'all mount up
Do my damn dance work my legs pop my hands
Like do it nigga (yep) do it nigga (yep hey)
Young money yep I want a blockhead ho
The block said "Dro you need to drop" well here it go
(Let's go hey) Gone (Go hey) Gone (hey)
Man I'm in the hood like a Nextel phone
When the work come CHIRP then purp come CHIRP
Then prototype Chevy it's a James Bond 'vert
All we do is work and holla "fu-fu-fuck'em"
Westside man we gon bu-bu-buss'em

[Chorus 2X]
When you in the club and you see me (high five)
You know I'm just a thug when you see me (high five)
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him (high five)

[Verse 2]
My Chevy paint flippin on my rims got that indiglo
When it get dark rim glowin like my wrist glow
F-650 pro my rims look like 64s
Sit taller than everybody I'm up there with the red lights
Slick Dro it's me chicken money KFC
Crispy dark meat the carbon come in all heat
You know how the mob be they got me eatin shark meat
Order me a snail plate I think I want some frog meat
Triple thick chinchilla take the skin off the lizard
Put it on the Benz interior... imperial
I'm bustin and I'm furious I'm scratchin off the stereo
Knock him off tonight and in the morning let his children know
Bitches get flip-flopped I feed 'em all Cheerios
Shine on them 24's I know how to get a ho
Big bank wet paint Jackie Chan stereo
Money hungry Dro eatin paper like a billy goat

[Chorus 2X]
When you in the club and you see me (high five)
You know I'm just a thug when you see me (high five)
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him (high five)

[Verse 3]
High five westside Bankhead prolly clean on me
Four 15's so you know my trunk really beat
Screens start flippin when they flip here the DVD
Ridin down Simpson me and T.I. watchin "Lean on Me"
Carbon 16 on me 30 carat ring on me
Dro be on BET and plus he fuck wit Sheila E
Beamer Z car in the hospital the 'vert V
Cut the top off the Jag... open brain surgery
Box on the Bourbon seats they know me out in Germany
Frog green Kermit Jeep 23's my rims be
Plus I be on Mimm street Kimberly remember me
Tell them haters get on they job I need energy
Leelee gangsta grill wit me Trineshia spent a mill wit me
Ralph I got a bunch like middle school... feelin me?
Baby mama Dolce Gabana ask Tiereney
Dark on black buttons I'm ridin on nothin's

[Chorus 2X]
When you in the club and you see me (high five)
You know I'm just a thug when you see me (high five)
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him (high five)

[music to fade]

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Young Dro - Hear Me Cry Lyrics

Hear Me Cry Lyrics - Young Dro

[Young Dro talkin]

Ay Boi Wats Up, Wats Hannenin it's Ya Boy Young Dro fuckin around with me man ima teach ya
Niggas how to cry ya keep fuckin with me i been doing hard shit right shit get fucked up
Alot of shit get fucked up wat can you do about it nigga wat could you do could you do yeah.

[chorus x2]

Hear me cry it's like ummmm ummmm ummmm hear the shots they like boom boom boom heads high
At the moon moon moon and when they die it's like soon soon soon.

[verse 1]

I miss grandmomma (Maggie),I miss Josh,Ponto i neva fogot cha plus they killed tasha on top
Of that i got shot up and guess who did it my patna askin god is it probably okay if he
Could just wash it away see the expression that i got on my face see the weapon that i got
On my waist im still trippin my mom still slippin pray for me and wait for me as soon you
And my daughter get rich these days for me T.I. made a way for me and jason had a place for
Me Doug on the case with me plus hannah they makin me straight they knew im ghetto but i
Got what it takes see the PSC without me they fake my niggas god is my witness and im cryin
The time im living but i will never give up walkin to my rythem like wat.

[pause]

Ummm ummmm ummmm ummmmm ummmmmm ummmmmmm ummmmm

[chorus x2]

Hear me cry it's like ummm ummm ummm hear the shots they like boom boom boom heads high at
The moon moon moon and when they die it's like soon soon soon.

[verse 2]

I never talked about this but now is the time i tried to let it go but this shit destroyed
My mind my homie and his momma is dying and his baby daughter she blind she got no one to
Play with nuttin but a daughter that's mine im takin more than time lord and hurry they
Killed brian and plus they killing kids hurry up for they kill mine killing time lately
There's a funeral im soon to go young dro bless me in peace and look at the moon blow
Thinking about wen my daddy got high and i had my room closed broke i can't survive winter
With wearing these june clothes blooms slow up with flower I'll die in hours the water gone
Off but im cool my tears shower me.

[chorus]

Hear me cry it's like ummm ummm umm hear the shots it's like boom boom boom heads high at
The moon moon moon and when ya die it's like soon soon soon.

[verse 3]

Im finna cry man call quntay this shit hurt (forreal) tip call donsay tell him that i meant
For one day for us to make shit shawty that nig shot me up i couldnt take it plus i had to
Wear a shit bag but i forgave him he shot me but god helped me fly off like a raven don't
Hate him pray for him zayzay made a way for him my homeboi died yeah all i got is faith
Pimp and money from the 70's all kind of felonies a playa like bill bellame ima go to
Heaven nigga fuck wat yall tellin me fuck it ima stop rappin shawty sang this hear.

[pause]

Ummmmm ummmmmm ummmmmmmmm ummmmmmmm

[chorus]

Hear me it's like ummmm ummmm ummm hear the shots it's like boom boom boom heads high at the
Moon moon moon and wen we die it's like soon soon soon.

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Young Dro - Go To The Club Lyrics

Go To The Club Lyrics - Young Dro

Grand hustle in tha buildin
We goin to tha club tonite
Like we do every nite
It's always somewhere to go in atlanta shawty

[Chorus:]
I don't kno
Wat I wanna do
It's sunny outside
I'm a call my crew
Go to tha mall
Freshen up
Gator up
I'm a go to tha club
Go to tha club
I'm a go to tha club
I'm a go to tha club
I'm a go to tha club

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Dead fresh
Everybody see
Party strate to tha v.I.p
Bartender bring me one more please
A.t.l call me young dro cheese
Shawty say
Shawty I'm feelin my click
Shawty say
Shawty wanna chill with my click
I say
Chillin with dro now dats cool
I be wearin polo clothes an that's true
Drop top
I be goin ham
Listen to tha trunk
Bam bam bam
Choppa for tha trunk
Bam bam bam
I love bein fresh
Shawty I don't give a dam
Sunny outside but
My jewelery got me cool
Feel real good
So I'm trippin like a fool
Diamonds on my neck
So u kno a nigga frozed up
I'm fresh
I'm clean
Up in this club

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
I'm bout to be tha shit
Chevy pain same color margarita mix
J.b on tha track
So it gotta be a hit
Polo to tha racks

So it gotta be a fit
20 in tha mall
Man it gotta be a brick
Hollygram homes
Man I gotta be rich
Ice so cold
Man I gotta be sick
Pockets on hammers
Man I gotta be legit
I'm laughin
Ridin around in my aston
My chich look like toni braxton
I flow beyond day
Like dro puerto rico
I like beyonce
Range rover quante
I fuks with ya'll
See me in tha club
Say wats up big dog
My truck sit tall
Lambo sit low
Tha sun outside
I'm polo to tha flow
Young dro

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Young Dro]
I'm coolin
I'm stupid fruity
High feets on juicey coupins
High leanin back
On dusey fuseys
Dro bankhead is scoopin pusey
Sat my car on stupid ruseys
30's so tall
I'm hoola hoopin
She kno young dro car duki duki
30 grand in tha mall
I went bookie bookie
A-town potna
Pockets on gwalla
Black boy white boy
Rock game potna
I'm finna have fun
I'm lookin at tha sun
To fresh shawty
Man u lookin at a don
I see u lookin at a nigga
Wats up
I see u lookin at a nigga
Wats up
I see u lookin at a nigga
Wats up
I see u lookin at a nigga
Wats up
Up in tha club

[Chorus]

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