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Young Dolph - Crashin' Out (Official Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Dolph
Young Dolph
Vocals
Bandplay
Bandplay
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adolph Thornton Jr.
Adolph Thornton Jr.
Songwriter
Krishon Gaines
Krishon Gaines
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bandplay
Bandplay
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Let this band play Let this band play Lately I been feeling like spazzin' out Memphis niggas known for crashin' out I heard you going broke, so you ass'd out Tryna keep up with the kid you gon' be ass'd out Tell me how the fuck you think I got here This rap game ain't shit to me but some cartwheels 90 percent of these niggas not real Started rapping, found out these rappers jewelry not real Damn, damn Swear that shit hurt my heart dawg, Huh, fuck it though Never had a deal but got more guap than all of y'all Lost a half of mil' that's why I started rapping, dawg Tall skinny nigga, I shoulda been playing ball But I had niggas spending a hundred grand Every time they called It ain't shit to pick up a pistol and go robbin' nigga I let my nuts hang, went out of town and went mobbin' nigga Think 'bout my childhood, all I remember is starving nigga Old niggas in the hood was hating, but I ain't buy them niggas Made a pledge with my niggas, we brothers forever (Yeah) Don't give a fuck, you right or wrong, we thuggin' forever (Yeah!) Shit was treacherous in my hood, nigga (Every man for they self) Richest nigga in my hood, nigga (Yeah, yeah) Do what I wanna, before this rap shit, none of that cap shit Just might be the realest nigga on the map, bitch Had your sister holding pounds on some trap shit Bout to go pick up some gualla, I'll be back bitch Two-two thousand miles away, by my damn self Niggas talk too much so I don't need no damn help Dolph ran up them milly's, you feel like he owe you don't you? But tell the truth, you would cross him out for some paper, won't you? Why I show you so much, you ain't never did shit for me I take that back, besides run your mouth like a bitch to me I ain't got no rap friends cause all they bitches feeling me They know deep down inside I'm what they nigga wanna be Ain't nothing but one of me (Damn) He really from the streets (Damn) He really swung them P's (Damn) He really bought that double R truck, it's not a lease (Damn) Momma called me crying, said she proud of me (I love you) Remember a couple of my own niggas doubted me (Fuck you) Found my first plug, was like I hit the lottery (Thank you, God) When I get shot, was the first time I ain't have my Glock with me
Writer(s): Adolph Thornton, Krishon Gaines Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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