Young Dolph - Still Smell Like It (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young Dolph - Still Smell Like It (en) Lyrics
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Smell that shit on me, nigga
Wreck a car, leave that motherfucker
right there
And go buy another one, nigga
Rich ass nigga still smell
like the trap (woo!)
Smell like the trap, still
smell like the trap (aye)
Rich ass nigga still smell
like the trap (aye)
Rich ass nigga still smell like
the trap (smell like the trap)
Smell like the trap, still smell
like the trap (trap)
Black ass niggas still smell
like the trap (aye)
Black ass niggas still smell like
the trap (smell like the trap)
Rich ass nigga still smell
like the trap (yup)
Smell like the trap, still smell like
the trap (smell like the trap)
Should I go fuck a Kardashian?
(which one?)
Maybe should I just smash
Nicki? (aye!)
Got power but I ain't 50 (nah)
Fuckin' Brooklyn bitches
like Biggie (aye!)
Me and my lil' bitch be high as fuck
Out in public, like we Bobby
and Whitney (it's Dolph)
Playin' with these millions, no L.A.
Reid, no Russell Simmons (uh uh!)
If I ain't in Dolce & Gabbana I'm either
in Gucci or Fendi (yeah, yeah)
I fell asleep in the Cutlass and I woke
up in the Bentley (aye, aye!)
In the middle of the projects, around
my neck, a half a ticket (woo!)
Remember the D.A. stopped me in the
airport and took 150 (2010)
Now I'm sitting down in 20 million
dollar meetings (2018)
Huh, put designer on all my nephews
and nieces (drippin' kids)
I gave my a barber a thousand just
for a taper fade (stizz-ack)
Came outside, freshest nigga
in the whole world today
Balenciaga and diamonds (ice!)
Next I'ma buy my own islands (woo!)
Bitch say her head game fire (fire!)
Bitch's head whack like
Blac Chyna (whack)
Made nigga until I croak (boss)
Gettin' chauffeured in
the Ghost (boss!)
I'll pick up that check
and get ghost (boss!)
Fuckin' on a police bitch,
like ghost (power)
Look at my wrist, my (hol' up)
Ballin' in L.A. like
King James (ball!)
Still gettin' high like
Rick James (higher!)
Record deal, I don't need
that shit, man (uh-huh)
No Def-Jam (uh-huh), no
Interscope (uh-huh)
No 300 (uh-huh), no Epic (uh-huh)
Boy, my real life epic (movie)
I don't show manners, I'm
selfish (hey, hey)
Sittin' in church thankin' God with
'bout eight chains on (yeah yeah)
Sheddin' tears 'cause I'm
blessed, that's why I got
shades on (yeah yeah)
My old trap house, I heard that they
had to tear it down (for what?)
I've been gone for about ten years,
and still smell like pounds (woo!)
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