Correction Paroles A Goat & A Dolphin par Young Dolph

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Glizock (Cldhrt)
(Let the band play) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy

Still on that gang sh*t, no lame sh*t, no, I can't trust a thot
I'm paper chasin', my bank big, you can tell just by these rocks
You know I pop sh*t, I talk sh*t, 'cause I gets a lot of guap
You know my neck and wrist is real water, yeah, Alkaline and Voss (Yeah)
Uh, money, money, money gettin' taller and these choppas we got is the largest
Yeah, Mr. Glock, lil' b*t*h, I'm the sergeant, you don't really, really, really want problems
Nah, you don't really, really, really want problems
Send you to the gates, n***a, motherf**k a doctor
Choppas on choppas, you don't wanna get chopped up
Who is that? Yeah, it's a goat and a dolphin, uh

Choppas on choppas, yeah
Choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas (Fire)
Smoke like a Rasta (Yeah), my b*t*h ass fat and so if my pockets (Yeah)
Everybody know (What?), I keep a bankroll on me and a rocket (Uh)
Ain't no leg, no (Uh-uh), I'm aimin' straight at your motherf**kin' noggin (Fire)
(Yeah, yeah) no innocent bystanders, I hit my target (Got 'em)
Keep a chopper in the closet (Uh)
I brought my fire in the party (Uh)
Wear Chrome Heart like Ed Hardy (Damn)
Promethazine, it got me nodding' (Damn)
Baby look just like a goddess (Bad)
But I don't give a f**k 'cause I'm heartless, yeah, yeah (The f**k?)

Uh, I'll never change 'cause I'm just too solid (Yeah)
Stuck in my ways, got a pistol in the party (Yeah)
Dumb, dumb money, I'm goin' retarded
I'm havin' my way and they say I'm toxic
I'm straight off the block, I ain't never had a wallet (Uh)
Two straps on me, yeah, Drake and Josh
Ayy, shout-out to my opps
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, middle fingers to the cops (Yeah)
These n***as hatin' on the kid (What?), tell these n***as stop (Yeah)
I told my teacher, "When I grow up, I wanna be like Glock"
Now it's a couple years later, b*t*h, look at your boy
I just pulled up in that Lambo truck, then lift up my door
b*t*h, I get that dough, I get that dough, I can't get annulled
These b*t*hes and these haters know what's up, yeah, they know it's us (Glizock)
I be throwin' bullets just like Brady, come and catch a slug

Throwin' bullets just like Brady, throwin' bullets just like Brady
Fry your ass like some bacon, fry your ass just like some bacon
Seen him on the E-way, flipped him, now I don't think he gon' make it
Naw I ain't the type of n***a to ask for sh*t 'cause I'ma take it
In my spizot, countin' mula, b*t*hes walkin' around naked
Remember I used to share my clothes with my cousin, I used to hate it (Damn)
I went and found me a plug (Run it up), motherf**k that paycheck (f**k all that)
Everyday I wake up (What?), I'm like, "Where that cake at?"

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