Young Ty - Dolla Fam II lyrics

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Young Ty - Dolla Fam II lyrics

Verse 1 - Pat Dolla$ You know its Dolla Fam b**h and they call my side the great white My mental dictionary lacks the word break lights Going In cause im grounded like staying out late night Act ya age mu f**a not your J Size, Hey guys Never reject it cause we the high now Me and Ty connected like Anthony Davis eyebrow I'm out of line like I hit it foul Was gunna trade my 16's to Rocket Up like if they delt pau Man I ain't one for war but im down for combating Cause i've been putting in more labor than contractions In a prime state of mind Just to keep it Balanced when I rhyme Real up fron then ignorant on the side b*atch 1,2, Mic Checking, I hope ya learn ya lesson All from me cause I studied my obbesions Illmatic, Stillmatic, Reasonable Doubt Graduation had me thinking of being a College Dropout But thats Cool Bumping Man on the Moon With Food and Liquor on my Table of Moods Ya don't get it, Blind Cupid Dolla$ b**h so the Nose is Kinda Jewish I'm coming for them Dolla$ b**h with a side of Mila Kunis Staying Underground is Retarted but the Rhymes are Stupid That's all that matters anyway, Used to be in a hole Went to High School, got Soul You said I turned black, I prefer in control Mind on the Money Like I dream of Robbing Banks Ya'll got horrible Motives It's either respect or the checks, hard to get both of em We pray to god and Hope we get hope from him But my flow is too dirty, I hope ya got Soap from him Yea, I'm too official I know I'm skinny but is that really an issue Dick So Blowable It should be under a tissue Black and White Bars, Caption, The words convince you I aim Big now I see the Wolves Hunting Go Ahead take your best Hit You calling me whack, We call that Full Fronting My Entire Team s**s is what ya say, Ya like the Mets b**h Verse 2 - Young Ty Yea, And Dolla$ ima k** em' I love when my haters talk cause they my victims No Violence, Rather leave you in Silence Leave you Jokers locked up in the Arkham Asylumn Yea, Never ran, Only to the Paper With a bunch of hoes, something like a Cheese Grater Not me, Got one Lady She's Greater No Tats but you know the clothes Stay Taylor'd You stunt but I stunt hard Evil Knievel shooting all the way to the stars Used to rock the baggy jeans with the doo rag on That's back when Cam had the pink on Yea, I'm moving at a steady pace On my path to greatness but its not a race You acting like you slow boi, Tom Hanks On fire in this b**h boim Lloyd Banks This rap game, homie I'm extra faithful I could switch up different flows like I'm watching cable These n***as baby food, The Rhymes just ate you I'm really grateful, I'm the sh** so you know I'm distasteful Shout out to the n***as thats doing better Making headlines, front page news letter Hell Yea f**ing Right I'm up in here Go ahead with ya self you better take care Yea, a new artist with a new feel Speaking different sh** so I need a different feel Zeuz in the game, No Achille's Heel And I'm breaking in the game like a f**ing drill I'm the one you need to watch for I do the right thing, but yea I'm a South Paw I'm all in the front, yea you in the back doors I pa** pat the pa** off the backboard Yea, Do it something like Chris Paul I guarantee ya n***as that I will never fall I quarantine ya n***as if I here some more You R&B my n***a, You don't rap raw Na, you could do a lil singing Try to switch it up make sure the cash flow ringing My Rhymes hit hard man you know them sh**s is swinging You know what we is, Dolla Fam You can come and Holla Fam Don't f** with b**h n***as like Juwanna Mann Watch my Green Grow like a Garden, Pardon my French Number 1, I clinch, On Some new sh** 2012 b**h

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