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Young Dolph – Believe Me Lyrics

(Chorus)
Believe me
Took a hundred thou’ to my jeweler, told him freeze me
I can f**k your b*tch any day of the week, believe me
Pulling up in all type of foreigns, sh*t, that’s how we be
Ain’t nothing more important than getting this money, believe me
Yeah we here now, but it wasn’t easy
Yeah we here now, but it wasn’t easy
Believe me, believe me
Took a hundred to my motherf**kin’ jeweler just to freeze me

(Verse 1)
A hundred with the jeweler (VS)
In the club spending money, shining like hooper (ball)
I’m the type of ni**a split a million with the shooters (trap)
I look up to the bosses like Tookie and Larry Hoover (hey)
Yeah, neck full of ice (ice)
Did a lot of wrongs just to get my money right (right)
I tell these rappers stay away with that fake sh*t (stay away)
‘Cause I got ni**as round me that still like to take sh*t, yeah
She calls all my cars spaceships, yeah (spaceships)
I work the trap in the day shift, yeah (day shift)
A crack baby worth ten mil, yeah (ten mil)
Still turnin’ down record deals, ha

(Verse 2: Young Dolph)
If you my ni**a, you my ni**a then
I told all of my b*tches that they mine forever
I told all my ni**as we don’t compete, we shine together
Extra money buried for my son and I can’t wait to tell him
Lil ni**a you got a million dollar shovel (dig it up)
In the streets, felt like I was dancing with the devil (uh-huh)
Made a lot of money, lost a lot of friends though (damn)
Your homies loyal ’til the one time you tell ’em no (damn)
I vow to never let another ni**a raise my kids (nah)
Ni**a them your responsibilities, not his (for real)
Real ni**as walk in, and they get nervous (why)
Everything I’m getting right now, I deserve it

Lil Durk – Young Niggas (feat. Meek Mill)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Meek, what up bro?
L

[Verse 1: Meek Mill & Lil Durk]
Niggas sellin’ re-rock
I can hear the Federales tryna eavesdrop
A 100 bands in the sneak box
I make a bad bitch turn into a freak thot
Lately I’ve been rollin’ out in Cali with my nigga YG and he a treetop (he a treetop yeah)
On my way to link up at Chicago with my nigga Durk and get the 30 threeshot (get the 30 threeshot yeah)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I’m gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told ’em I’m the one nigga

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
My young niggas they so with it
Big bag they go get it
Get the drop, that’s game time
Get rolled on, you don’t roll with us
I don’t know niggas, I don’t owe niggas
Don’t talk money, I choke niggas
Don’t talk work ’cause I live that
You talk work, get kidnapped like Ye’
We ain’t got no love for that other side, no way
Young niggas a sweep your whole mother side with that K
30 shots on 30 shots, we run up on you broad day
Lawyer money on lawyer money, my young niggas okay
Ay, in the clip goin’ A
Extendos in my bape
Stars all on my roof
Hit the hood in that Wraith
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round in my city
Got that 30 round, 30 round and that semi yeah

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Free 9, shoot niggas on free time
Pussy niggas better rewind
Back it up don’t say it again
Gang shit, we play to win
Play for keeps, Ikey hoppin’ up out the jeep
You ain’t knock him up out the sheets
Maybach sittin’ behind the sheet yeah
Niggas I’ve up been in the Chi kill for me yeah
Niggas under Larry Hoover still love me yeah
A couple drug lovers I call ’em pills baby
‘Cause you got a gun bitch you still scary
Ain’t win yet, don’t put me in that jam nigga
Ain’t sayin’ shit, my young niggas go ham nigga
K round stick, and we on whoever wherever anybody can get it, I’m with it yeah yeah

Lil Durk – Young Niggas

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Meek, what up bro?
L

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Free 9, shoot niggas on free time
Pussy niggas better rewind
Back it up don’t say it again
Gang shit, we play to win
Play for keeps, Ikey hoppin’ up out the jeep
You ain’t knock him up out the sheets
Maybach sittin’ behind the sheet yeah
Niggas I’ve up been in the Chi kill for me yeah
Niggas on the Larry Hoover still love me yeah
A couple drug lovers I call ’em pills baby
‘Cause you got a gun bitch you still scary
Ain’t win yet, don’t put me in that jam nigga
Ain’t sayin’ shit, my young niggas go ham nigga
K round stick, and we on whoever wherever anybody can get it, I’m with it yeah yeah

Lil Durk – Young Niggas Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Meek, what up bro?
L

[Verse 1: Meek Mill & Lil Durk]
Niggas sellin’ re-rock
I can hear the Federales tryna eavesdrop
100 bands in the sneak box
I make a bad bitch turn into a freak thot
Lately I’ve been rollin’ out in Cali with my nigga YG and he a treetop (he a treetop yeah)
On my way to link up at Chicago with my nigga Durk and get the 30 threeshot (get the 30 threeshot yeah)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told them I’m the one nigga

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
My young niggas they so with it
Big bag they go get it
Get the drop, that’s game time
Get rolled on, you don’t roll with us
I don’t know niggas, I don’t owe niggas
Don’t talk money, I choke niggas
Don’t talk verses, I live that
You talk work, get kidnapped like Ye’
We ain’t got no love for that other side, no way
Young niggas a sweep your whole mother side with that K
30 shots on 30 shots, we run up on you broad day
Lawyer money on lawyer money, my young niggas okay
Ay, in the clip goin’ A
Extendos in my bape
Stars all on my roof
Hit the hood in that Wraith
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round in my city
Got that 30 round, 30 round and that semi yeah

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Free 9, shoot niggas on free time
Pussy niggas better rewind
Back it up don’t say it again
Gang shit, we play to win
Play for keeps, Ikey hoppin’ up out the jeep
You ain’t knock him up out the sheets
Maybach sittin’ behind the sheet yeah
Niggas I’ve been in the Chi kill for me yeah
Niggas on the Larry Hoover still love me yeah
A couple drug lovers I call ’em pills baby
‘Cause you got a gun bitch you still scary
Anywhere yet don’t put me in that jam nigga
Ain’t sayin’ shit, my young niggas go ham nigga
Came ’round stick, and we on whoever whatever anybody can get it, I’m with it yeah yeah