Major – Young Dolph feat. Key Glock lyrics

Lyrics Major – Young

Major lyrics
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, break that down
Ayy, bruh, don’t get that s**t on my sheets, bruh

Mobbin’ in the Bentley, smokin’ moon rocks
Pocket full of motherfuckin’ blue (blue), guap (guap)
Half an ounce in my Gucci tube (tube), socks (socks)
For the summertime got a new (what?), drop
Trapper slash rapper slash bad b***h snatcher (ayy come here)
Baby mama mad, she say you live like a bachelor (so what?)
Sold a hundred pounds and gave ten percent to the pastor (church)
Keep goin’ up the ladder, they mad, make ’em madder (hey)
Told my son when I’m gone you gon’ be a rich lil’ bastard (yeah)
Pointers on me hittin’, leave a b***h dizzy
All my old bitches feelin’ salty, yeah, yeah
In my DM, talkin’ ’bout why you dog me? yeah, yeah
But I still miss you, can you call me? yeah, yeah
I heard ain’t s**t change, that you still ballin’, yeah, yeah
She used to bust them scripts for me at Walgreens
Smugglin’ narcotics was my calling

Fours on the Mercedes, that’s major
Whole gang going crazy, that’s majooor
Millions on the table, that’s majooor
I turned dirt into diamonds, that’s majooor

Hah-hah, you searchin’ for fame
I became a superstar in the dope game (it’s Dolph)
Found out you a hater, I can’t look at you the same (goddamn)
She said can she take a picture with my chain? (goddamn)
Got two twin sisters, call ’em yin yang (goddamn)
I wish I wouldn’t’ve fucked that b***h, she insane
Alexander McQueen on me, ain’t got a stain
Turned to the plug, my life ain’t never been the same

Fours on the Mercedes, that’s major
Whole gang going crazy, that’s majooor
Millions on the table, that’s majooor
I turned dirt into diamonds, that’s majooor
Fours on the Mercedes, that’s majooor
Whole gang going crazy, that’s majooor
Millions on the table, that’s majooor
I turned dirt into diamonds, that’s majooor

House full of bitches like Flavor (Flav)
These cuts in my thumb come from countin’ paper, yeah
Paper Route the gang and b***h we a label
New Glock with a laser, yeah I let you meet your maker
Then go out to Jamaica with my motherfuckin’ rastas, yeah, yeah
I’m movin’ with my motherfuckin’ shottas, yeah, yeah
I walk in, pop my motherfuckin’ collar, yeah, yeah
A pistol in the motherfuckin’ party (Glock)

Fours on the Mercedes, that’s major
Whole gang going crazy, that’s majooor
Millions on the table, that’s majooor
I turned dirt into diamonds, that’s majooor
Fours on the Mercedes, that’s majooor
Whole gang going crazy, that’s majooor
Millions on the table, that’s majooor
I turned dirt into diamonds, that’s majooorrr.
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Major- Young Dolph
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