Young Dolph & Key Glock – Dummest & the Dummest Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Mondo done made another one)
(Sosa 808 got this beat knocking, nigga, ayy)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Jumped up out the car, locked the door, left it runnin’ (Yeah)
Lamborghinis back to back, you know how we comin’ (That’s us)
While you was in a bitch ear, I was in her stomach (Ah)
Mmm-hmm, yeah, bitch the dumbest and the dumbest (Bitch)
Fucked her and her best friend, I’m just bein’ honest (Bitch)
I ain’t gon’ do it no more, baby, I’m sorry, I promise (Bitch)
I know I say this shit all the time but this time I promise (What you on?)
Yeah, we still on dumb shit, the dumbest and the dumbest

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
The dumbest and the dumbеst, got carrots like Bugs Bunny
Memphis nigga overpaid, you can call mе Mike Conley
I say I did it then I done it
Nigga, you can call me Donnie
Count my rizacks by the hunna and I put that on my momma (Bitch)
I do what I wanna (Hey)
I smoke good weed and got a darskin chick, just like Obama (For real though)
The white people they love me though, go ask Rosie O’Donnell (For real though)
Got six bad bitches in my bed, it look like Royal Rumble (Royal Rumble, Royal Rumble, oh)
I’m just havin’ fun wit’ it
Pulled up at the club then pulled out ’cause I couldn’t get my gun in it (What?)
All the bad bitches in my section, yours ain’t got none in it
Glock put Lambo doors on his truck, I’m like “Damn you won, nigga” (“How the hell you do that?”)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Jumped up out the car, locked the door, left it runnin’ (Yeah)
Lamborghinis back to back, you know how we comin’ (That’s us)
While you was in a bitch ear, I was in her stomach (Ah)
Mmm-hmm, yeah, bitch the dumbest and the dumbest (Bitch)
Fucked her and her best friend, I’m just bein’ honest (Bitch)
I ain’t gon’ do it no more, babe, I’m sorry, I promise (Bitch)
I know I say this shit all the time but this time I promise (What you on?)
Yeah, we still on dumb shit, the dumbest and the dumbest

[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Yeah, I know that I’m a dummy but lately been goin’ dumber
Memphis nigga in LA, slammin’ bitches like I’m LeBron
Yep my bankroll is humongous, I do whatever I wanna
Yep, I ball, I flex, I dress the best, I’m the number one stunna
Bitch, I just made two commas (Yeah)
Just pulled up the yellow and red ‘Vette, Ronald McDonald (Uh)
Thirty shots up in my Glock, nigga, let’s Royal Rumble
Yeah, I’m all about my bread, baby, I need every comma
They love and hate me like Obama
The block is hot like a sauna
Yeah, I’m drunk in love with the money
Pockets stuffed, I’m stumblin’, yeah
I’m walkin’ with a wobble, pockets full of them blue hunnids (Racks)
Killers on the side, the other side, the back and front
But I still got my own gun

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Jumped up out the car, locked the door, left it runnin’ (Yeah)
Lamborghinis back to back, you know how we comin’ (That’s us)
While you was in a bitch ear, I was in her stomach (Ah)
Mmm-hmm, yeah, bitch the dumbest and the dumbest (Bitch)
Fucked her and her best friend, I’m just bein’ honest (Bitch)
I ain’t gon’ do it no more, baby, I’m sorry, I promise (Bitch)
I know I say this shit all the time but this time I promise (What you on?)
Yeah, we still on dumb shit, the dumbest and the dumbest

Game – What Your Life Like letras

[Verse 1]
Thank Dr. Dre for giving me a chance
Thank that big booty bitch Maliah for that freaky dance
She gave me last night, jumped in a ‘Rari
Pull up to her crib and hit that pussy like a crack pipe
I listen to Dipset, want Cam and Jim to squash it
But how can I say that when I ain’t made up with Fif yet?
I be watching “Power” while I benchpress
Four plates on each side, maxed out, 6 reps
On my Drizzy Drake, yeah 6 reps
Rollie with the grizzly face, Mike Conley, is he straight?
Damn right he is
I go platinum and I violate niggas like Chris Lighty did
I make music for all my niggas locked up state
With Blac Chyna on they walls and now they seen a fuck face
Quarter million on the dresser, nigga what safe?
Trigger my alarm and you gon’ run into some duct tape

[Hook]
I’m still here, they said I wasn’t welcome
Came into the game and then everybody felt him
What your life like? Mine’s bout getting money and bitches
64’s and swishers, popping guns with my niggas
What your life like? Mine’s bout listening to “Illmatic”
In my grandmother’s attic tryna spit above average
What your life like? Mine’s bout shedding tears when Pac died
Swimming in money like the Rothschilds
Nigga what your life like?
Nigga what your life like?
Tell me what your life like
[Verse 2]
I done have conversations with Timbo
Passed on a couple Pharrell and Swizz instrumentals
I done wore a two piece tux on Jimmy Kimmel
Then came to the hood and whopped your ass like I was Kimbo
I done lost 20 millions on lawyer fees
But I’ma get it back when I sue Jimmy for my royalties
I done had Scott Storch recording me
Drove through Compton with the doors up, ain’t no ignorning me
I done took shots at Jay, I done took shots of ‘gnac
I done took shots for Cedar, five couldn’t drop me flat
RIP to Frog, RIP to Will
He was just as Ill as Will so I know how Nas feel
Nigga I’m the greatest
“300 Bars” was like 15 minutes long, tell me how many times you played it
How many times you had your “Documentary” stolen and replaced it?
That’s that 5 million out the gate shit

[Hook]
And I’m still here, they said I wasn’t welcome
Came into the game and then everybody felt him
What your life like? Mine’s bout getting money and bitches
64’s and swishers, popping guns with my niggas
What your life like? Mine’s bout listening to Illmatic
In my grandmother’s attic tryna spit above average
What your life like? Mine’s bout shedding tears when Pac died
Swimming in money like the Rothschilds
Nigga what your life like?
Nigga what your life like?
Tell me what your life like
Tell me what your life like