To be honest young dolph lyrics

Lyrics for To Be Honest by Young Dolph

What Juicy say, he be like, "Shut the fuck up" Yeah, yeah, yeah, ho

Okay, let′s do it Yeah, I'm blessed (yeah) Came a long way from we was livin′ in the 'jects (damn) Told you I was a dawg, baby, when we first met (told you) I'm nothin′ like the rest, so what the fuck did you expect? To be honest I don′t care 'bout your opinion, where the check? (For real, though) Where the check be? I put her out and didn′t call her 'til the next week (damn) Your baby mama say your pussy ass a deadbeat (what?) And I just spent 350 on a neckpiece (yeah, yeah) You know how I came in, so you know how I′m comin' (woo) Retro number somethings with the Yves Saint Laurent (drippy) Dolph, you be killin′ it, man, the way you put that shit on (ayy) Gold chain, gold glasses, primetime like Deion Hah, you a square You ain't never fucked a bitch in a dopehouse (uh-uh) 40 P's in the sofa, that′s a dope couch (whoa) I could never cross my niggas out for no amount (no) Free all of my niggas ′til they out Yeah, I'm blessed (yeah) Came a long way from we was livin′ in the 'jects (damn) Told you I was a dawg, baby, when we first met (told you) I′m nothin' like the rest, so what the fuck did you expect? To be honest I don′t care 'bout your opinion, where the check? (For real, though) Uh, damn, uh, damn, uh, damn, uh, damn To be honest, I don't care ′bout your opinion, where the check? Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy To be honest, I don′t care 'bout your opinions, where the check? Huh, ayy Remember what it feel like to not have shit (I swear) Didn′t even have no toilet tissue for when I took a shit (damn) Now when I wake up Look in the mirror, I can't believe this (it′s Dolph) I got an eatin' habit like Cletus (Klump) Whole lot of bread every season (big cake) Smokin′ weed and laughin' like I'm Beavis (heh-heh) Pull up in the Devil, I mean a Demon (skrrt) Trigger finger itchin′, just give me a reason (whoa) Cutthroat, nigga, all my niggas greasy (hey) Her titties big, then I suck ′em like I'm teethin′ (yeah) Still got the plug on the mid in Phoenix (ayy) Yeah, I'm blessed Came a long way from we was livin′ in the 'jects (damn) Told you I was a dawg, baby, when we first met (told you) I′m nothin' like the rest, so what the fuck did you expect? To be honest I don't care ′bout your opinion, where the check? (For real, though) Uh, damn, uh, damn, uh, damn, uh, damn To be honest, I don′t care 'bout your opinion, where the check? Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy To be honest, I don′t care 'bout your opinions, where the check?

Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Adolph Thornton

Yeah, I’m blessed
Came a long way from we was livin’ in the ’jects
Told you I was a dawg, baby, when we first met
I’m nothin’ like the rest, so what the f**k did you expect
To be honest, I don’t care ’bout your opinion, where the check

Where the check be
I put her out and didn’t call her ’til the next week
Your baby mama say your p**sy ass a deadbeat
And I just spent three-fifty on a neckpiece
You know how I came in, so you know how I’m comin’

Retro number somethings with the Yves Saint Laurent
Dolph, you be killin’ it, man, the way you put that s**t on
Gold chain, gold glasses, primetime like Deion
You a square, you ain’t never f**ked a b**ch in a dopehouse
Forty P’s in the sofa, that’s a dope couch
I could never cross my n**gas out for no amount
Free all of my n**gas ’til they out

Yeah, I’m blessed
Came a long way from we was livin’ in the ‘jects
Told you I was a dawg, baby, when we first met
I’m nothin’ like the rest, so what the f**k did you expect
To be honest, I don’t care ’bout your opinion, where the check

Uh, damn, uh, damn, uh, damn, uh, damn
To be honest, I don’t care ’bout your opinion, where the check
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy
To be honest, I don’t care ’bout your opinions, where the check

Huh, ayy, remember what it feel like to not have s**t
Didn’t even have no toilet tissue for when I took a s**t
Now when I wake up, look in the mirror, I can’t believe this
I got an eating habit like Cletus
Whole lot of bread every season
Smokin’ weed and laughin’ like I’m Beavis

Pull up in the devil, I mean a Demon
Trigger finger itchin’, just giνe me a reason
Cutthroat, n**ga, all my n**gas greazy
Her titties big, then I suck ’em like I’m teethin’
Still got the plug on the mid in Phoenix