Singer: Young Dolph
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Song: South Memphis Rugrats
Young Dolph - South Memphis Rugrats Lyrics (LRC) (03:13-193-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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[00:07.60]Gone in sixty seconds, never let a bitch stress me (Uh-uh)
[00:10.80]Before the microphone, I made a milli' off the celly (Yeah)
[00:14.00]I love to see her walk away because it look like jelly (Shake)
[00:17.20]Went from zero to sixty in two seconds on Pirellis
[00:20.40]I'm always at the jewelry store, I got a diamond fetish (Ice)
[00:23.70]Smokin' on this kale while I'm countin' up this lettuce (Yeah)
[00:27.00]Stack it to the sky, I believe that I can fly
[00:30.30]Told the man in the mirror that you one hell of a guy
[00:33.50]If I can do it, so can you, but shit, who the hell am I?
[00:36.70]Who said it's lonely at the top? 'Cause that's a motherfuckin' lie
[00:40.00]I brought my homeboys with me, ballin' in South Memphis like Dubai
[00:43.40]Rolls Royces back-to-back-to- back-to-back, oh my God
[00:49.90]I mean that shit (God, God, God, God, God, God, God)
[00:53.70]Hold up, let me finish (Wait)
[00:55.40]She so fine, I put it in and tried to touch her kidneys
[00:58.50]I'm too motherfuckin' rich to go and eat at Denny's (What?)
[01:01.70]But fuck that, I'm in a Jack Pirtle's drive-thru in a Bentley (Hey)
[01:04.90]Front seat got my semi (Uh), opps, yeah, I got plenty (For real, though)
[01:08.30]Playin' with these M's, but I started out with pennies (Yeah)
[01:11.60]A hundo in my skinnies (Yeah)
[01:13.80]Louis XIII, shots of top- shelf Remy (Yeah)
[01:16.70]Grew up thuggin' just like Hoover Deuce, baby Jimmy
[01:22.50]Bitch, hey (Hey)
[01:26.10]Yeah, I grew up thuggin', I'm a South Memphis rugrat (Rugrat)
[01:30.20]Baguettes drippin' on my neck, these bitches love that (Drip)
[01:33.90]When I pop out, I got big, gigantic, stupid racks (Big racks)
[01:37.00]Fuck a job, I beat the block, I had to flip a pack (Flip it)
[01:40.40]Self-made nigga, I'm hustlin' (Hustlin')
[01:42.00]Can't go back to the days when I ain't have nothin'
[01:43.90]But I won't forget 'bout the struggle (Nah)
[01:45.20]I was just stackin' up racks in the trap in my shoebox, now I stuff that shit in a duffle (For real)
[01:48.70]My plug keep sendin' them loads and I just keep flushin' 'em, call him back, I need another one (Another one)
[01:51.90]Ridin' 'round town with a pocket full of Jacksons, I stack up them hundreds and fifties (Fifties)
[01:54.80]Keep me a Draco, it got a banana clip, and the AR came with titties
[01:58.30]Thirty-three shots in my Glock, Scottie Pippen (Yeah)
[01:59.90]Double my cup, so you know what I'm sippin' (Double up)
[02:01.60]Really havin' this shit, nigga, no, I ain't trippin' (Nah)
[02:03.20]Paper Route the mob, nigga, I'm never flippin' (Yeah, on gang)
[02:06.80]Yeah, I ain't never flip...........
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