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In Charlotte

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Young Dolph - In Charlotte Lyrics


What watch should I put on though?Aye what car should I drive today?Aye somebody roll up a bluntBig money shitIf Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot youMillion dollars cash, all twenties in the closetBought a short bus because my ice game retardedSelf-made millionaire, now I'm labelled a targetFucked that bitch and put her out 'cause her pussy was garbageYeah them bitches bad so I pass 'em to my lil niggasThey wanna act up so I pass them boys to the hittersDon't ask me why they mad, I don't know, I'm getting too much scrillaMy bank account got big and my head got even biggerWhite Audemar, gold bracelet, big rocksA whole month straight ain't been bumpin' shit but PacCoogi sweater on, R.I.P. B-I-G (Biggie!)I just left LA on the way to NYCCall me water boy 'cause I'm dripping all this waterMet her down in Florida but I fucked that bitch in CharlotteBorn a dope boy, never wanted to go to collegeBad Puerto Rican, New York bitch, met her in StarletsI shut down the party, I shut down the partyWent and parked the 'Rari then I go jump on the HarleyPull up, go and throw a dub at Cameo in CharlotteI shut down the party, I shut down the partyGoddamn manWho the fuck is this? hello?Hello, hello, hold upAre y'all straight bruh?Yeah, wassup bruh?Aye y'all straight, you straight?Man what the fuck happened man, we heard about this shit, what the fuck happened up there man? what y'all got going on? huh?That nigga shot all the motherfuckin' bullets, ain't hit shitStupid ass niggaJust cause my money keep running like Forrest GumpI got niggas hate me like I'm Donald TrumpWhere I'm from you don't make it to see 21That's why all these young niggas ridin' 'round with their gunFront page newspaper, number one topicNiggas mad at Dolph Obama just 'cause I'm the hottestCan't nobody stop me, man my neck so rockySaid she seen Flippa dancing and that's how she spot meTwo things that I just can't respectA fuck nigga and a lying ass bitchThat lil' nigga keep on running up that checkI gave my dogs the recipe to get richThey started shooting, we didn't even break a sweatApril Fools, the trick's on you bitchYou playing checkers lil' boy, I'm playing chessI just scored again boy, all netsPaper Route, we got now and nextThat's a motherfucking mansion 'round my neckI'm in a Chevelle, but the motor it came out a VetteI might sign with DJ Khaled, because we the best, hahCall me water boy 'cause I'm dripping all this waterMet her down in Florida but I fucked that bitch in CharlotteBorn a dope boy, never wanted to go to collegeBad Puerto Rican, New York bitch, met her in StarletsI shut down the party, I shut down the partyWent and parked the 'Rari then I go jump on the HarleyPull up, go and throw a dub at Cameo in CharlotteI shut down the party, I shut down the party

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