Young Dolph

Young Dolph - Meech lyrics

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Hey man, you seen my phone?

Which one man?

Not that phone the trap phone

Paper route Business bitch



Yeah my bitch she bad

All my niggas rich

I got work for cheap

Damn I feel like Meech

Two-toned wraith

On some big feet

I f**ked her to sleep

Then jumped back in the streets

Momma put me out

I'm straight out the trap

Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it to cross the map

I'm geeked up on the lean

Counting while you sleep

Everybody eat

Damn I feel like meech



My car don't got a top

It's money when I talk

Got a beam on my Glock

And I'm drinking rock

Lil momma so fine I went up in that pussy raw

Then I f**ked her friend

She said, you a Dolph?

They want me dead so now I'm flexing even harder!

I pull up in that Ferraro rocking a lot of water

f**ked her on the side

It's a homicide

Numbers don't lie

My trap on fire

Everytime you see my I be lit as f**k

In the strip club throwing that shit up

I feel like shawty low

I'm the man

Two-stepping counting paper that's my money dance



Yeah my bitch she bad

All my niggas rich

I got work for cheap

Damn I feel like Meech

Two-toned wraith

On some big feet

I f**ked her to sleep

Then jumped back in the streets

Momma put me out

I'm straight out the trap

Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it cross the map

I'm geeked up on the lean

Counting while you sleep

Everybody eat

Damn I feel like meech



Damn I feel like meech

I think we BMF

Slamming all these pounds I need a championship belt

Pull up, Pick up, Pull out, Drop out, Top off, It's Dolph!, Cough Syrup, No cough

Yeah I come from a place where they don't make it out

Young Nigga snorting pills ready to take you out

My bitch bad and juicy

I wear Roberto Cavalli every Tuesday

Medicine, Water, Sipping, For real

I got your bitch skinny dipping at the crib

Serving, Counting, Smoking ounces

I just made a plate for 300k



Yeah my bitch she bad

All my niggas rich

I got work for cheap

Damn I feel like Meech

Two-toned wraith

On some big feet

I f**ked her to sleep

Then jumped back in the streets

Momma put me out

I'm straight out the trap

Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it cross the map

I'm geeked up on the lean

Counting while you sleep

Everybody eat

Damn I feel like meech
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