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Young Dolph - Obey Your Thirst lyrics

Artist: Young Dolph

album: Rich Slave (Deluxe)


Nephew, you ready?
Chopstarz, OG Ron C, Young Dolph
"Obey Your Thirst," chopped up, not slopped up
(Ayy, Marc, what it do?)
Now pour up some
(Trauma Tone)
Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite, obey your thirst (Raw)
Saditty, pretty bitch, got my weed in her purse (Ooh)
Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite, obey your thirst (Raw)
Saditty, pretty bitch, got my weed in her—
Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite, obey your thirst (Raw)
Saditty, pretty bitch, got my weed in her purse-purse (Ooh)
Quarter-quarter million dollars on a white shirt, t-shirt (Yeah)
Rich-rich nigga second, I'm a real nigga first-first (On God)
I didn't-I didn't have a job but I had the most work (Trap)
All we-all we used to do is drink Act' and smoke purp (Trap)
Come through-come through
Doin' one-thirty in a brand new 'vert-'vert (Trap)
Waste a-wastе a whole cup of codeine in my lap and swеrve (Shit)
Wa-waste a whole cup of codeine in my lap and swerve (Shit)
Wa-waste a whole cup of codeine in my lap and swerve
I just waste a whole cup of codeine on my Amiris
Got this-got this lil' thick bitch textin' me
Talkin' 'bout "Come get me" (Catch a Uber)
Breakin' down this broccolini, countin'-countin' up this Jiffy (Bread)
Coffee cup with Prometh' in it, eatin'
Crab-eatin' crab legs at Fleming's (Thirties)
Re-up with too many, now the whole hood litty (Lit)
Came in this shit screamin', "Fuck a deal"
Bet now they feel me (It's Dolph)
Bitch I'm, bitch I'm a Memphis nigga
I still eat at-eat at Piccadilly (It's Dolph)
Pull up in somethin' foreign
I top, my top like what's the deal-y? (It's Dolph)
Grandma told me, "Never trust a nigga, be independent" (Fuck 'em)
I just spent a hundo', mother-motherfuckin' pendant-pendant (Ice)
Checkin' in five star hotel, is it-is it pleasure or business? (What?)
Never pleasure, always Paper Route business
Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite, obey your thirst (Raw)
Saditty, pretty bitch, got my weed in her purse (Ooh)
Quarter-quarter million dollars on the white shirt,
T-shirt (Yeah)
Rich nigga second, I'm a real nigga first-first (On-on God)
I didn't have a job but I had the most work-work (Trap)
All we-all we used to do is drink Act' and smoke purp-purp (Trap)
Come through-come through
Doin' one-thirty in a brand new 'vert-'vert (Trap)
Wa-waste a whole cup of codeine in my lap and swerve (Swerve)
(Man)
Smokin' weed on the top floor at my hotel like, "Fuck it" (Ayy)
Told housekeeping keep her mouth closed
Gave her fifteen hunnid (Ayy, keep that)
She said just give her a blunt and she ain't gon' say
Nothin' (A'ight)
Then she said, "Can we take a selfie?" Her kids love me
Damn (What?), she fucked me up, yes ma'am (Yeah)
What the fuck? Stay down 'til I came up (Ayy)
Forgiatos match the guts (Ayy)
Momma and them ain't want for nothin'
Might give you anything but trust (Yep)
What's your purpose for hustlin'?
A (A), K, what I'm ridin'-ridin' with
Today-today, pour my-pour my drink and stop
And grab some ice from Chik-fil-A (Po' up)
Joker-big joker in the dick, you just a little spade (Damn), ayy
Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite, obey your thirst (Raw)
Saditty, pretty bitch, got my weed in her purse-purse (Ooh)
Quarter-quarter million dollars on the white shirt, t-shirt (Yeah)
Rich nigga second, I'm a real nigga first-first (On-on God)
I didn't have a job but I had the most work-work (Trap)
All we-all we used to do is drink Act' and smoke purp-purp (Trap)
Come through-come through doin'
One-thirty in a brand new 'vert-'vert (Trap)
Waste a whole cup of codeine in my lap and swerve (Swerve)

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