Outro (High Class Street Music 3) lyrics

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High Class Street Music 3: Trappin’ out a Mansion. From yours truly, Young Dolph, a.k.a. Dolph Gabbana. A.k.a. Mr. A Plus., a.k.a the illest n*gga in this sh*t, you smell me? Salute to every real n*gga and every bad b*tch across the motherf*cking world. That's who I do this sh*t for. Light up that motherf*cking strong. Pour up that mother f*cking mud. Count up the mother f*cking Franklins. Know what I'm talking about? It's just the beginning, my n*gga. The illest n*ggas in this sh*t. From the East Coast to the West Coast, down South back up to the mill West. Salute to every motherf*cking body rocking with the kid. Paper Route Empire for life. Know what I'm talking about? You know how I'm rocking and rolling, man. Still counting up that mother f*cking money, man. Still sh*ttin' on every motherf*cker, man, that get in my motherf*cking way, man. South Memphis kingpin on the way. Now or never is on the way. Tim Gates, what's poppin'? Daddy O ,what's poppin'? Uh-huh (High Class Street, High Class Street)
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