Izze The Producer - At The House lyrics

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Izze The Producer - At The House lyrics

[Intro] Ayyy It's Dolph! I do this sh** for real, my n***a [Verse 1] That 2 seater, fully loaded. This Swisher Sweet, fully loaded This rich piece, fully loaded. So this four five, fully loaded Them young n***as, I can't control em. Pull up with a thirty thousand dollar motor Eyes low, cuz I'm never sober, cuz I'm a mud drinker and a strong smoker Got a little b**h that get money out Pure Pa**ion and out Stroker's My old head n***a said, “You get too much money, young n***a stay focused!” Had an out of state plug when I was nineteen n***a, so I ain't ever been local Jumped in this rap game, spent a little bit of change, brought the streets with me, now it's time to take over! That's that Paper Route Empire sh**. Got a white girl that like to twerk, and she on that Miley Cyrus sh** Don't need no pen, don't need no paper. Just give me a track, and I'll demolish it I'm on the other side of the country, with fifty p's in my closet, b**h! [Hook] I have the bread in the house In the bed, in the couch I came up with a multi-million dollar plan at the house I don't trust these hoes, so I don't get head at the house I just woke up out a nightmare, f**ing feds ran in the house Press up CDs at the house, weighing Ps at the house Hell nah, I ain't never had no keys at the house Lotta pistols, a hundred thousand dollar wardrobe at the house Fresh as f** and strapped up, every time I leave the house [Verse 2] I got no cable at the house, just plenty paper at the house I ain't talking hoes, when I say I got flavors at the house Stack my paper to the ceiling, went and bought Mama a house Said, “Mama, do me a favor, and keep yo a** up out the South.” Now Mama waving at her white neighbors, just chillin at the house But Daddy just like me, that n***a still running in and out Whatchu doing in the hood Dad? “Young n***a watch your mouth.” My Mama just called me tipsy, say she brought me in and she'll take me out Damn, what the f**, yea I'm still dealing with this Daddy just like me, South Memphis n***a. That's real n***a sh** Hood n***a run thru a couple hundred bands while I'm eating on a box of Popeyes I'm connected like Wi-Fi. n***a that's why I… [Hook]

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