Young Dro - What The Hell Are Those Lyrics

Dj Drama:Uh what can U Do

Dro: A..... Grand Hustle man Young Dro man A yall know me man hold up

Chorus: Shine 4 mouth full of gold ridin round town lookin down on dem Hoe$ im tall as a pole so put up yo 24s i pull up in a chevy sittin on what the hell are those

Dro: put up yo 24s you dont want we can keep em 6s on the reagle man i thank the shit illegal and plus we ridin round on some bad as reba we cookin up blocks we got the glass at etha airplane motor in the jag i leav ya nigga say finer than dro then be i wana see i aint even got meet ya betcha dont shine harder than them boys on betha benz two seter plus i ridin wit a creature i gota be blessed so im buyin blocks 4rom a preacher shine wit melik a we 4th ward people and plus we cop mo pictures than mona lisa a i love ridin tall i love hitin the mall i love when my trunk knock yo pictures off the wall a 6 crawl my wrist on froze i pull up in the chevy sitin on wat the hell are those

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Young Dro - What It Is Lyrics

Young Dro, Young Dro

[Girl:] Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a Jazze Phizzle production Young Drooo

[Chorus: x2]
Are you a killa? What it is
Oh Yeah, What it is
Drug dealer, what it is
Young player, ridin's hard
I just wanna sit up in the air
Get high, I just wanna be up in the air

[Verse:]
I'm in the air (come down)
Ain't comin down (why?)
Up here dammit (where?)
Ain't comin down (please)
Bubbilish coat, 26's in the town
I'm a killa too,
Killin bitches in town
Chevy with the beat down
Make you spin around
I could fishtail
Off Fishdale
Ask the niggas over there
If i'm the shit there
I don't tolerate
My Impala great
Bring the top out
Bet I discombobulate
I'm a tough nigga
You a fucked nigga
See me in the club all prodded up nigga
I got a semi too
My whole penny do
I got diamonds, earned like Winnie Pooh
Give to Lapia
And caviar for dinner too
Mafia as a mother fucka
Don't make me have to get at you
I blow a hundered shots
A nigga puff into two

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
My car actually
Really walk a factory
Ice look like rasberry
It'd be hard to try and tackle me
Nigga I'm a killa i suggest you don't come after me
Bitch I'll be in Collipark
Plus I'll on Mcafee
Bankhead faculty
Boy you need to rap with me
Come and talk to me
Before I open up your cavity
Shots come rapidly
I told you not to mess with me
I don't play with little boys
You tryin to Michael Jackson me?
Lord nigga ridin the air fantastically
Til their daddy kill somethin else
I put my rims up
Actually, car flop purple when the sun come
When they get done with that thing
It'll look Dro won

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
Mink coat
Shit polar bear
Hoes over here
Hoes over there
I'm about to take flight
I'm goin in the air
Candy with the gloss
I'm about to lift it out
Can't you see someone on me you don't like
And then lick it out
We don't need to look at a town
We rip em off
My wrist folded
Forget how much tip costs
Buy a hundered k i don't wanna play
Young Dro rides hard in the summer day
Sellin dope, it'd be giant in my mama's day
Bad hoes get treated like runaways
Bitch you need to go home cool out and smoke a blunt today
Go and say how my cut look like egg yolk
I keep two with me all in the bed though
My money fed though
It's Grand Hustle bread boy
We got 28 inches in the air
What you scared for?

[Chorus x2]

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Young Dro - We Lied Lyrics

Ay, ay who dis is
My girlfriend
Ay, ay who we talkin' bout
My girlfriend
Ay, ay who dis is
My girlfriend
Who dat is
My girlfriend
Ay, ay who it is
My girlfriend
Ay ay, check this out

[Chorus]
I said I weren't gon never hurt you
You said you ain't gon never hurt me
We lied

Little melt
How could I do this to myself
I lied to her
And plus I lied to myself
Nothing's left
The relationship done lost it's breath
It stopped breathing
It died last season
I think about you leaving
Cuz you a sexy little creature
Thought I was lying
When I said I ain't fuck Alicia
And I don't wanna hear what Mika said
And fuck Keisha
I betcha they'll fuck me
All you gotta do is leave us
Make you out a believer
We some grown ass people
Dem bitches get on my nerves
That's why I be smokin' reefer
First we start arguing
Then I open up my ether
When I open up my ether
The shit gets deeper
At first you start throwin shit
Then you start bowin shit
Running round hollerin'
Tryin' guess bout who I'm hoein' wit
You know who I'm goin' wit
I be there when you doin it
I done hit the do' no latter than one in the morning

[Hook]
Man
It's been a long spin loving this woman
At first we was in love in the beginning
It was strong then
Now you talkin' bout you don't want me
Well gone then
If we don't get along
Why we talkin' on the phone then
First I walked out
Now you want me to come home then
You said we would stay together
Why the fuck am I alone then?

[Chorus]
I said I weren't gon never hurt you
You said you ain't gon never hurt me
We lied

Look man this shit killing me
I'm reacting like Willie B.
Beatin on my chest
Y'all niggaz ain't feeling me
Cards you dealing me
I'm like
What the fuck is you givin' me
We both got injuries
Now we play religiously
Same hoes hatin' on us
Numbers they be slipping me
You rippin me
You temptin me
You thought that you was clippin' me?
I knew you got them stacks when you took em
I knowed instantly
Left the shit for you to go shopping
To get some Bemanes
You acting like a enemy
Why the fuck is you hittin' me?
Hoes tellin' lies to you
Why aren't you defending me?
Now I'm finna cheat
Now I'm finna creep
Now I'm finna have different women in my V
Why
She lied on me
Why
Fly homie
Fuck working it out
I'm finna go and ride homie
Now I'm sleeping here
Creeping here
Bout to spend a week here
Guess who I'm fuckin' round with
That bitch Keisha, yeah

[Hook]
Man
It's been a long spin loving this woman
At first we was in love in the beginning
It was strong then
Now you talkin' bout you don't want me
Well gone then
If we don't get along
Why we talkin' on the phone then
First I walked out
Now you want me to come home then
You said we would stay together
Why the fuck am I alone then?

[Chorus]
I said I weren't gon never hurt you
You said you ain't gon never hurt me
We lied

I'm fuckin' round wit Keisha
Ain't no passion though our mansion gold
Rock, Rap, Classical
Benz color pistachio
They love me I'm more into V
Game international
Me and Nick go 26
Great grand national
I love her
I ain't said shit
I don't know who to share it with
I'm talkin' bout my girl
This who I be breakin' bread with
Dread shit
Selling dro
She never let the feds know
This house I'm in used to be full of love
But where it go
Man I wanna let it go
I love you cuz I said so
I cheated and regret it though
I let my cousin Tres know
Told me get a thousand roses
Plus seven more
We would never hurt one other
That's what we said though
We lied gone and say it, folk
We miss each other extra though
But guess what I can't get out my head
Guess what we said, folk

[Chorus]
I said I weren't gon never hurt you
You said you ain't gon never hurt me
Ay, we lied

[Hook]
Man
It's been a long spin loving this woman
At first we was in love in the beginning
It was strong then
Now you talkin' bout you don't want me
Well gone then
If we don't get along
Why we talkin' on the phone then
First I walked out
Now you want me to come home then
You said we would stay together
Why the fuck am I alone then?

[Chorus]
I said I weren't gon never hurt you
You said you ain't gon never hurt me
We lied

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Young Dro - We Gettin Rich Lyrics

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Young Dro - U Don't See Me Lyrics

Ladies and geantle-man! You are now tuned into the very best! A jazzy finzzale!
Product-shinzzale! Young Dro!Slim Thugga!

[Chorus:]
Youn' see all my jews, Youn' see how im ridin'.
Younn' see how i struggle, Youn' see how i grind.You push a nigga hatin', tell em' to get
In line,But when it's grand hustle, till deez niggas go shine. You don't see me nigga, you
Don't see me. You don't see me nigga, you don't see me. You don't see me nigga, you don't see
Me. You don't see me nigga, you don't see me.You dotn see me nigga, you don't see me!

[Verse 1:]
Dro, I ride ova ya
H, nigga, covia
Weight come from cobia
80 k, and wachovia
Push a nigga, phobia
I call em' like a nokia
They know i got the juice
Cause the wip Fruit Topia
Dope boy, Dopin' ya
Duct tapin', and ropin' ya.
Cleaner than a bitch
Ivory suds, is soapin' ya
Summer, super sokin' ya
Yeah bich, im provokin' ya
AK to ya neck
Cool out shawty
It's chokin ya!
Snipers still scopin' ya
My Russin killers open ya
Bust the wrong move muthafucka
We'll open ya
Apple testa rostin' ya
I smackin vest open up
Rearrange ya face
Stick the 4-4 magnum close enough
Black lack ocean ya
Trappin by the Osha Bra
Popi said he ran out of white
Now get the Opium
Niggas drive sodium I stand up like a podium
Smooth like linolium presidently I rolly em'
DRO...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Bitch Please Shit Here Aint New To Me
Over Seas Water Still Blue To Me
100 Keys They Won't Have A Clue it's Me
I Walk Up Out The Airport Only Bad Hoes Pursue Me
A Pimp Fluently They Chase Me Like A Truency
Young Dro Yea In On The Block And Im The Newest G
You Wana Do A G Come And Talk To A G
You Might Not Even Act Like That
Only If You Knew A G
I Ride One Chick Paint Look Sunkist
Best Thang Smokin Young Dro Im The One Bitch
Stay One Car Drizzle Is A Pornstar
Bet Im On The 6's I Bet Im Ridin Northstar

[Chorus]

[Slim Thug:]
[Verse 3]
You don't see me candy drop top down on 4's
You don't see me 25 riding out in a Rolls
You don't see me pulling up err day dime hoe's
You don't see a nigga fresh from his head to his toes
Neck and wrist froze hell yeah a player shine
Do it big on a daily you should see me on my grind
All it's getting mine on dem H-Town blocks,
Dodgin them fake niggas and dem pussy ass cops
You don't see me on ya TV reppin tha H
You don't see me putting Texas all up in ya face
Slim Thug a muthafucka You don't see me I'm a boss
Think the ride is live you should see a nigga house
Pay tha cost to floss real heavy, got everything
Holding from tha choppa to tha Chevy I'm ready
Fucking wit my nigga Young Dro, You don't see me
With the P$C wrecking on the floor Hoe

[Chorus]

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Young Dro - Tropical Lyrics

I ain't scared, I'm ridin around bumpin Cyndi Lauper
Bout to stop at Burger King and get me a Whopper
Niggas just mad cause my rims so whopper
Plus it's Grand Hustle, ya'll never could stop us.

[Chorus: x4]
Chevy paint Tropical
A wima way, a wima way
Got them callin Fema, cause my chopper on Katrina spray

[Verse 2:]
I love killings are passionate
Murders are immaculate
Acute angle, shoot at a nigga, cause I'll rackulate
Bullets to the front of your head, and blow out the back of it
36 ounces, now let's see what I can stack of it
I am not average, more like maverick
One niper slug and a prayer, that's what I battle with
Manslaughter, shawty droppin niggas like cattle shit
Like snakes, I rattle it, killins for no matter
In the hood on that old batter batter shit
Bitch try to rob me, like a heart they on that saddle shit
Die Another Day, James Bond, ya'll see me
No hoes drunk cause I'm in the Aston Martini
I walk up in the mall, 20 large and branini bitch
Penthouse at the 12, 90-inch screen tv bitch
Bitches goin crazy just cause they see me on tv bitch
My Chevy paint Tropical, niggas can't see me bitch!

[Chorus: x8]
Chevy paint Tropical
A wima way, a wima way
Got them callin Fema, cause my chopper on Katrina spray

Dro!

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Young Dro - They Don't Really Know Bout Dro Lyrics

They don't really know about

[Chorus]
Dro (niggaz swear they know about)
Dro (What they say they smokin man)
Dro (hey I think y'all niggaz playin)
They don't really know about they don't really know about
Dro

[Verse 1]
Niggaz try stoppin me fulfill him like a prophecy (oh yes)
While them hoes watchin me and while them hoes jockin me (what yall hoes want)
Feds tried to rocket me and knock me out properly (they said BAM!)
I was on a robbery my gat sung operaly
500 dollar bill teach 'em bout Monopoly
Mansion wit the bed in it models lay on top of me
Niggaz tried droppin me them slugs bounced off of me
Murder niggaz softly the judge still walkin me
Hoes get chunked off bitches can't talk to me
Catch a nigga crossin me they gotta get the law for me
26 possibly I sang to 'em gossiply (oh Lord)
I'mma die awesomely with grands on the top of me
Mockin me I'll turn ya chest into podomy (blaow blaow!)
Everything mafia growin up Gotti G
Four 15's in the trunk I got a lotta beat
How could these niggaz be Dro? They don't know how to be

[Chorus 2X]
Dro (niggaz swear they know about)
Dro (What they say they smokin man)
Dro (hey I think y'all niggaz playin)
They don't really know about they don't really know about
Dro

[Verse 2]
First I let my chain glow y'all know how that thang go
Put them colors in my rims now Im ridin rainbow
Hood nigga fuck 'em all I'm at Charlie train po'(???)
Orange Daytona me and Kuntry ridin mango
Umbrellas pop out the Phantom do' when it rain though
Polo that fresh like I'm Carson but I ain't lame though
NIggas say I'm fly wit the rappin but I can sang though
What you know bout Hightower Ridge and Delmar Lane though
Tech jump out when I'm bustin but I can aim though
Make a hundred thou if you touch it you get yo brains blowed
M&M Regal the fuck is you in my lane fo'
Nigga you don't see these goons and what they bring war
Water paint Chevy lil buddy said that's my rain car
800 Benz lil cuzz this ain't the same car
Danger anger Herne Home ranger
I was sellin dope before Jesus was in a manger

[Chorus 2X]
Dro (niggaz swear they know about)
Dro (What they say they smokin man)
Dro (hey I think y'all niggaz playin)
They don't really know about they don't really know about
Dro

[Verse 3]
Dro you can smell me sell me hail me
Nigga come short on that gram you gotta scale me
Young Dro postseason wit bald head L be
Right by auntie Rachel where Teetee and me and Lanelle be
Y'all ridin 24's I ride February
28 inches try to jack and you'll get buried
12 gauge shell heat I ??? don't like to bury
Knock a nigga teeth out his mouth for the tooth fairy
Baskin Robbins paint on my Chevy my whip berry
50 bricks shawty man we blew them thangs every week
Last week my Cutlass was blue but it change every week
I be in the club brand new in that thang every week
Haters in the club I shoot two of them lames every week
Y'all game very weak ain't nothin you can tell me
Pull up in a pearl V they be like "how the hell he
Sittin up in the Phantom on Simpson eatin a 12 piece?"
That's

[Chorus 2X]
Dro (niggaz swear they know about)
Dro (What they say they smokin man)
Dro (hey I think y'all niggaz playin)
They don't really know about they don't really know about
Dro

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Young Dro - Shoulder Lean Lyrics

Dro be watchin' Oprah, Mac, 9 up in a clip
Triple black Phantom nigga nah it ain't Tip
With Lucky charm diamonds and man but nah it ain't Flip
K bounce..ok then I let my shoulder lean
And I bet my car talk, and I bet my motor clean
Suicide doors, Brown Rover look like pok n bean
Erybody know me in the club cuz they smokin' me..Dro
Hoes scopin' me, ice come from Bo Bareeton
Hundred carats have 'em froze for an eon
Red, black, and white Chevy now I'm ridin' Deion
Put them lights off in my rims, now I'm ridin' neon
Our cars look like cra-yon, hoes know I'm the man though
I can shoulder lean... ionno how to dance thooooo

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
First I let my wheels spin, then I let my screen fall
Then I let my trunk beat at Greenbriar Mall, tall
And then I pimp a hoe, take a bitch to Berlin
Bitch break niggaz, after that we fuck they girlfriend
My girl got a girlfriend, Chevy blue like whirlwind
Nigga it's a drought on that boy, so I got that girl in
Pearl Bent', cockin' hammer, Arm & Hammer propaganda
Bitches think I'm pimpin' and leanin' in salamander sandels
Dirty South hot cuz Atlanta.. show niggaz with ammo
We ride Phantom, holla shawty for grammar
Yep, now I be on TV, BET, Out the channel
Hood nigga from Bankhead, I stay by Grandma Nana
I lay by my banana, dumpin' and punkin' monkeys
Don't nobody live with my mom but a bunch of junkies
Throw me the donkey, bitch I ride glaze on the haze
Gator green Chevy, gator gut, alligator J's

[Chorus]

[8X]
Lean, lean

Get ya shoulder shawty

[Chorus]

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Young Dro - Shell Lyrics

Extremly Rare I Swear Im Like Number 9 Out Of 11
Now You See Us Flashin Toolz On "22" Hot Wheelin
Back 2 Back 2 Back In Black And Blue And White 7's
Came Along Way From The Trap Wit Dem Hard White 7's
Its A Blessin That You Peasants Was Graced Wit Our Presents

[Hook:]
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
You Dont Want No Part Of Da Squad
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
Send Somethin At You Hit Cha Hard In Ya Heart
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
I Promise Nigga You Dont Want It Wit Us
You Dumb As Hell And Ass Out Tryin 2 Call Our Bluff [x2]

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Yall Caught Us On Brawus
Change Da Paint On Da Chevy June, July, And August
Try One Of My Dogs Get 2 Of Ya Dogs Slaughtered
12 Chasin Us On Da Trap But They Aint Caught Us
Dimes Jockin Who Saw Us A Watch Da Ammo
Slugs In Da Belt Strapped On My Chest Boy Im Ramdro
Soldier Give Me My Warriors Gucci My Leather
Fresh Air Force Ones My Guns Dats Betta
Whateva Mafia Learnin
Feds Found Out I Was Bilengual
When Dey Heard Me Speakin In German
Twistin And Turnin
Drug Dealer Clickin And Bustin
Im Section 8 Project Livin But Im Dealin Wit Russians
I Swear Bodies I'll Drop Slow
My Mexican Colt Quepaso
Doublle Glock
30 Round Clips I'll Knock Em Out Folk
Reload Swiftly
Approxamatly 120 Slugs Come Plenty
Wont Stop Until My Whole Clip Empty Cause Im

[Hook:]
Shell
You Dont Want No Part Of Da Squad
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
Send Somethin At You Hit Cha Hard In Ya Heart
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
I Promise Nigga You Dont Want It Wit Us
You Dumb As Hell And Ass Out Tryin 2 Call Our Bluff
Man Dem Niggaz Shell

[Verse 3: MacBoney]
Im Da First Sarg. In A Blackout
I Pull Da Black Mack Out
I Blow Ya Back Out
Shoot You Up Higher Then Stackhouse
My Nine Clear House
Hide In Da Corner Nigga Play Mouse
I Brang Da K Out
We Serve Up Beef Like A Steak House
The Devils Play House
You Talkin Shit But You Dont Weigh Out
Lets See What Dey Bout
But Shit You Kno How Dats Gone Play Out
We Paid And Dey Not
So We Dont Care Shit We Gone Spray Shots
You Might Leave 2nite But We Gone Catch You In Yo Day Spot
We Glorify Hot
Ridin Big In Dem Fat Knots
This Where Da Game Stops
We Classic Soldiers Just Like Reebok
Ridin Hightops I Be So High I See Da Rooftops
Pistol Stay Cocked Cause Niggaz Thrivin Up On My Block
Shut Da Fuck Up
Back Tha Fuck Up
Bitch You'll Get Touched
My Clique 2 Much
We Gone Go Out Rich And Famous
So You Can Blame Us
You Already Pointin Fingers
These Niggaz Sangers
We Classified As Entertainers

[Hook:]
Shell
You Dont Want No Part Of Da Squad
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
Send Somethin At You Hit Cha Hard In Ya Heart
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
I Promise Nigga You Dont Want It Wit Us
You Dumb As Hell And Ass Out Tryin 2 Call Our Bluff

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Young Dro - Rubberband Banks Lyrics

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Young Dro - Oops (My Bad) Lyrics

I'll trap my ass
... to my change...
... myself

... be your swag
Got a bad bitch...
Oops my bad...
Oops my bad...
Oops my bad my bad...
Oops my bad my bad...

... aint' takin no... no straight
Hoody was that... right... on me
... you got... you did it...
Vision
Some... I use... I got so much...
So unload that... see that...
Round and round...
That's... too final me

... say my name, say my name

... say my name

I'm about to show my ass
... long day
... and I trash, my home back
Count it in the out of shit
Long of day... I stands out
Maserati swear to God klike corporate bitch...
Kickin shit... baby sign that... drinking... true religion

Outside my hands on...
Got a bad bitch...
Oops my bad...
Oops my bad...
Oops my bad my bad...
Oops my bad my bad...

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Young Dro - My Girl Lyrics

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Young Dro - Man In The Trunk Lyrics

And I'm like "bitch please I'm dickin you"
The 'vert Flipper blue the chirp bigger too
Hey picked out for a Bentley she a mini blue
Dropped in wit a bitch named Missy Pooh
Trunk bang and this the only thing she listen to
Dro

[Chorus - Young Dro]
Young Dro I ain't playin wit it (playin wit it)
Trunk got that Jackie Chan in it (Jackie Chan in it)
Sound like it got a band in it (got a band in it)
I'm the freshest in the Lamb' wit it (in the Lamb' wit it)
Y'all niggaz fugazzin it (fugazzin it)
Diamonds look like koolaid in it (like koolaid in it)
Different flavor Cartier wit it (Cartier wit it)
Big paint bitch play wit it (bitch play wit it)

[Verse 2]
Hey move through y'all tryna see how to do y'all
Chevy too tall I see a forehead and that's all
Two tone plus I'm on purple my yay's ???
My bitches bring blocks only thing I do is chirp 'em
Drop twerk 'em ostrich on my Chevy car interior
Plus I'm on that Remy so that shit make me imperial
Ridin down ?? no damage I'm serious
Plus I won't let a nigga have it I'm delirious
I'mma blast period don't question me don't mess wit me
Blue ice bue arm Superman recipe
Plus I'm in that brown Regal same color Nestle
Niggaz see me when I'm in the trey I be in tressa trees
Take the wrong step to me and death'll be yo destiny
I know how to do it so ain't nobody arrestin me
Polo I be dressin in man I be damagin
That fresh hoes be like "damn that's a mannequin"
Dro

[Chorus - Young Dro]
Young Dro I ain't playin wit it (playin wit it)
Trunk got that Jackie Chan in it (Jackie Chan in it)
Sound like it got a band in it (got a band in it)
I'm the freshest in the Lamb' wit it (in the Lamb' wit it)
Y'all niggaz fugazzin it (fugazzin it)
Diamonds look like koolaid in it (like koolaid in it)
Different flavor Cartier wit it (Cartier wit it)
Big paint bitch play wit it (bitch play wit it)

[Verse 3]
Hey summer time (summer time) look at my charm (look at my charm)
I'm iced out baby how can I be warm?
Watermelon Nova my trunk on Vietnam
TV's in the horn watchin Tip on VH-1
26's son wit a robocop gun
I'll blast a nigga from the ground to the sun
The sound of the gun that's when Young Dro chalkin it
Grape linen grape gatorfruit fruit walkin it
Know a nigga bossin it don't make me start chalkin it
I know how to shine cause my arm be on frostbit
Done son no shit my rides look like a parrot do
Know a nigga healthy cause my Cutlass look like carrot juice
Catch me when I'm mashin through I'm froze up I'm rolled up
Young Dro yeah but I am gotdamn Dro'ed up
Bout to put them doors up and crank that damn rose up
4:15 I'm bout to wake these damn hoes up
Dro

[Chorus - Young Dro]
Young Dro I ain't playin wit it (playin wit it)
Trunk got that Jackie Chan in it (Jackie Chan in it)
Sound like it got a band in it (got a band in it)
I'm the freshest in the Lamb' wit it (in the Lamb' wit it)
Y'all niggaz fugazzin it (fugazzin it)
Diamonds look like koolaid in it (like koolaid in it)
Different flavor Cartier wit it (Cartier wit it)
Big paint bitch play wit it (bitch play wit it)

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Young Dro - It Ain't Over Lyrics

Extreme-aai
this system x2 (hey...)
street my x2
classic x3
right about now x2
come on, all tha ladies,
get on tha dance floor
and just get ur ass on
come on come on and just

[Chorus x2]
fuck tha fat lady, lean over to tha trap lady sane
fish, scaleboy, nineteen eighty kane
eighty chevey frame, ride 4 and everythang
diamonds in my chain, shining on tha lane

[Verse 1]
(i want you to check this out, hey)
my car fusha, everything's super
lights camera action, no time for bloopers
fishscale shawty, im tha blue coop mover
definitely lot of losers, snatching bro'd n

show her how to blow on my glass, eighty cash
eighty pecks of decks, and tha classical eighty jazz
eighty bags of money, eighty macks from royne
A.K.A. they turning beef to eighty packs of bologne
they waited on me, telling when its my time to cool it
blue chevey sit tall, like a colorado moose do
my cookies drown like moons too, my regal look like prune juice
why should i be bishop, im drizzled, i got my own juice
own crew, Own 26s on my own coop
own crib, Own bricks, plus i own a couple chicks
know how to put bitches on they own, let her suck a dick
hey one when one look biggin, they gotta be licking pussy
money push it, bitch we got a avalanch block
with mo cocain then they can pull off of tha dock
cut em off, viro aint bitches aint a thang
in tha chair with tha brains gettin brains, diamonds on my chain

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2]

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Young Dro - I Got Money Lyrics

Drop top vet (yea)
I ain't lost yet (uh uh)
I keep my daughter fresh up in that osh kosh set (here we go)
Louise v check
Ralph Lauren to the neck (yes)
I'm bout to go to Africa take me a boa jet (uba duba loga)
I still love trappin I don't think it's boring yet (why)
They see me aimin with the bull horn yet (bow)
Here at home vet I keep an old school chopper (blddd)
Old school oozie (blddd)
New school popper (yes)
Catch me on the west side at the real rocker (yes)
Born home grenades bank head blocker (pow)
Time after time I grind like cindy laugher (time after time)
Girls just wanna have fun in the maybach (wanna have fun)
Waist line glock the trunk boom shocka locka (boom)
Run up in yo house just like I come to meet the fockers (how you doin lady)
If you don't keep it cool you gone probably need a doctor
Shoot him on the floor and let the junkies tear the mop up

If you got a big bank holla I got money
Nan nana nana nan I got money
I ride big rims holla cause I got money
Nan nana nana nan nigga I got money
I fuck a lot of hoes nigga cause I got money
Nan nana nana nan nigga I got money
I smoke a lot of dro cause I got money

Nan nana nana nan nigga I got money

Taliban star (Bin Laden)
Aqua man car (Brrr)
Tropicana rock syrup Pop a tan block (
Choppers and glocks see me ballin like soccer (ball)
I'll pop a nigga like some orville redenbaugher (boop)
See me benny hummer
On fo show a teriyaki (umm)
Bitch get rolling I curve like barracka
Hoes holla bleed with a cherry on top (beee)
Four kenwoods got the speakers on opera (whoo)
Last show I did I got paid like a doctor (thousands)
Gang like the wire man this will damn shock ya (ouch)
I know some trap niggas with some r&b money (stackin)
Kill a million mothafuckas over 300 (war)
Bitch this a Bentley this is not a 300 (what the fuck)
Me and my bitch got Siamese money (twin shit)
Trying this money get you laid in the grave (dead)
Get to the money I don't know how to behave young dro

If you got a big bank holla I got money
Nan nana nana nan nigga I got money
I ride big rims holla cause I got money
Nan nana nana nan nigga I got money
I fuck a lot of hoes nigga cause I got money
Nan nana nana nan nigga I got money
I smoke a lot of dro cause I got money
Nan nana nana nan nigga I got money

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Young Dro - High Five Lyrics

(Let's go hey) Gone (Go hey) Gone (hey)
Man I'm in the hood like a Nextel phone
When the work come CHIRP then purp come CHIRP
Then prototype Chevy it's a James Bond 'vert
All we do is work and holla "fu-fu-fuck'em"
Westside man we gon bu-bu-buss'em

[Chorus 2X]
When you in the club and you see me (high five)
You know I'm just a thug when you see me (high five)
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him (high five)

[Verse 2]
My Chevy paint flippin on my rims got that indiglo
When it get dark rim glowin like my wrist glow
F-650 pro my rims look like 64s
Sit taller than everybody I'm up there with the red lights
Slick Dro it's me chicken money KFC
Crispy dark meat the carbon come in all heat
You know how the mob be they got me eatin shark meat
Order me a snail plate I think I want some frog meat
Triple thick chinchilla take the skin off the lizard
Put it on the Benz interior... imperial
I'm bustin and I'm furious I'm scratchin off the stereo
Knock him off tonight and in the morning let his children know
Bitches get flip-flopped I feed 'em all Cheerios
Shine on them 24's I know how to get a ho
Big bank wet paint Jackie Chan stereo
Money hungry Dro eatin paper like a billy goat

[Chorus 2X]
When you in the club and you see me (high five)
You know I'm just a thug when you see me (high five)
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him (high five)

[Verse 3]
High five westside Bankhead prolly clean on me
Four 15's so you know my trunk really beat
Screens start flippin when they flip here the DVD
Ridin down Simpson me and T.I. watchin "Lean on Me"
Carbon 16 on me 30 carat ring on me
Dro be on BET and plus he fuck wit Sheila E
Beamer Z car in the hospital the 'vert V
Cut the top off the Jag... open brain surgery
Box on the Bourbon seats they know me out in Germany
Frog green Kermit Jeep 23's my rims be
Plus I be on Mimm street Kimberly remember me
Tell them haters get on they job I need energy
Leelee gangsta grill wit me Trineshia spent a mill wit me
Ralph I got a bunch like middle school... feelin me?
Baby mama Dolce Gabana ask Tiereney
Dark on black buttons I'm ridin on nothin's

[Chorus 2X]
When you in the club and you see me (high five)
You know I'm just a thug when you see me (high five)
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him (high five)

[music to fade]

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Young Dro - Go To The Club Lyrics

Grand hustle in tha buildin
We goin to tha club tonite
Like we do every nite
It's always somewhere to go in atlanta shawty

[Chorus:]
I don't kno
Wat I wanna do
It's sunny outside
I'm a call my crew
Go to tha mall
Freshen up
Gator up
I'm a go to tha club
Go to tha club
I'm a go to tha club
I'm a go to tha club
I'm a go to tha club

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Dead fresh
Everybody see
Party strate to tha v.I.p
Bartender bring me one more please
A.t.l call me young dro cheese
Shawty say
Shawty I'm feelin my click
Shawty say
Shawty wanna chill with my click
I say
Chillin with dro now dats cool
I be wearin polo clothes an that's true
Drop top
I be goin ham
Listen to tha trunk
Bam bam bam
Choppa for tha trunk
Bam bam bam
I love bein fresh
Shawty I don't give a dam
Sunny outside but
My jewelery got me cool
Feel real good
So I'm trippin like a fool
Diamonds on my neck
So u kno a nigga frozed up
I'm fresh
I'm clean
Up in this club

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
I'm bout to be tha shit
Chevy pain same color margarita mix
J.b on tha track
So it gotta be a hit
Polo to tha racks

So it gotta be a fit
20 in tha mall
Man it gotta be a brick
Hollygram homes
Man I gotta be rich
Ice so cold
Man I gotta be sick
Pockets on hammers
Man I gotta be legit
I'm laughin
Ridin around in my aston
My chich look like toni braxton
I flow beyond day
Like dro puerto rico
I like beyonce
Range rover quante
I fuks with ya'll
See me in tha club
Say wats up big dog
My truck sit tall
Lambo sit low
Tha sun outside
I'm polo to tha flow
Young dro

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Young Dro]
I'm coolin
I'm stupid fruity
High feets on juicey coupins
High leanin back
On dusey fuseys
Dro bankhead is scoopin pusey
Sat my car on stupid ruseys
30's so tall
I'm hoola hoopin
She kno young dro car duki duki
30 grand in tha mall
I went bookie bookie
A-town potna
Pockets on gwalla
Black boy white boy
Rock game potna
I'm finna have fun
I'm lookin at tha sun
To fresh shawty
Man u lookin at a don
I see u lookin at a nigga
Wats up
I see u lookin at a nigga
Wats up
I see u lookin at a nigga
Wats up
I see u lookin at a nigga
Wats up
Up in tha club

[Chorus]

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Young Dro - Getting Rich Lyrics

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