Young Dolph - Slave Owner

      [Intro]
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Hit 'em with the Jab
Buddah blessed this beat

[Chorus]
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Whole lotta of drip (drip)
Money callin' back to back so I keep takin' trips (go get it)
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Spend a couple mil (yeah), just on one crib (yeah)
Hold up, let me crack the seal, take another sip (pour up)
Whole lotta drip (drip)
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Whole lotta drip (drip), whole lotta chips (baow)
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I'm a slave owner (what?), whole lotta whips (skrrt)
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I don't like niggas (nah), I might get 'em killed (bah)
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He like poppin' pills (thirties), I like countin' mils (ayy)

[Verse 1]
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She like poppin' pussy (twerk), I like throwin' paper (yeah)
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That boy there a pussy (swear), 'cause that nigga a hater (damn)
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Show up in all black (yeah), like the Undertaker (yeah)
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Designer everything, diamond watch and diamond ring (hey)
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Yeah you right, I'm such a big deal (big deal)
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Rolls Royce on some big wheels (uh-huh)
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I had to hustle for mine, bitch I'm out the field (straight out the streets)
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Ballin' in Chiraq like I'm coach Phil (Phil Jackson)
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Drop a pill in her drink like Bill (whoa)
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Smash her on the first night, I bet I will (uh-huh)
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You wanna get in this car, take off them heels (take them off)
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A whole truck load, I just made a deal (hey, hey)
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What's the business, what's the motherfuckin' word? (ayy what's poppin'?)
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Put a dick in your ear, fuck what you heard (haha)
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Another check just cleared, oh yeah (oh yeah)
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All that hatin' ain't gon' get you nowhere (woo)

[Chorus]
C#m
Whole lotta of drip (drip)
Money callin' back to back so I keep takin' trips (go get it)
                            C#m
Spend a couple mil (yeah), just on one crib (yeah)
Hold up, let me crack the seal, take another sip (pour up)
Whole lotta drip (drip)
C#m
Whole lotta drip (drip), whole lotta chips (baow)
C#m
I'm a slave owner (what?), whole lotta whips (skrrt)
C#m
I don't like niggas (nah), I might get 'em killed (bah)
C#m
He like poppin' pills (thirties), I like countin' mils (ayy)

[Verse 2]
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All this swag on me (whoa), got a bag on me (whoa)
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An eighty ball in my book bag, got a shag on me (whoa)
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I let my nuts hang (yeah), I gotta sag homie (yeah)
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I heard a fuck nigga got a price tag on me (hah)
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Ayy come and ask me do I really give a fuck? (hell nah)
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Come and ask me how much I made this month (hey)
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Puerto Ricans and Jamaicans, nigga pick one (yeah)
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Playin' with these M's, you should go and get one (uh-huh)
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I smoke, I drink (drink)
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I'm supposed to stop (damn), but fuck it 'cause I can't (ayy who that?)
Met her at the bank (okay), fucked her at the penthouse (ayy)
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I was fucked up but I'm the shit now (it's Dolph)

[Chorus]
C#m
Whole lotta of drip (drip)
Money callin' back to back so I keep takin' trips (go get it)
                            C#m
Spend a couple mil (yeah), just on one crib (yeah)
Hold up, let me crack the seal, take another sip (pour up)
Whole lotta drip (drip)
C#m
Whole lotta drip (drip), whole lotta chips (baow)
C#m
I'm a slave owner (what?), whole lotta whips (skrrt)
C#m
I don't like niggas (nah), I might get 'em killed (bah)
C#m
He like poppin' pills (thirties), I like countin' mils (ayy)