Listen to Swimming with Dolphins (feat. Kenny Muney, Big Moochie Grape and Goldmouf) by Ralo

Swimming with Dolphins (feat. Kenny Muney, Big Moochie Grape and Goldmouf)

Ralo

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Music Video

Swimming with Dolphins (feat. Kenny Muney, Big Moochie Grape and Goldmouf)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Moochie Grape
Big Moochie Grape
Vocals
Goldmouf
Goldmouf
Vocals
Kenny Muney
Kenny Muney
Vocals
Ralo
Ralo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrell Davis
Terrell Davis
Songwriter
Timothy blake miller
Timothy blake miller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kaz
Kaz
Producer
Amir Butler
Amir Butler
Producer
Kenneth Greene
Kenneth Greene
Producer
Sergio Richardson
Sergio Richardson
Producer

Lyrics

I'ma start this one off with Paper Route (This Cashout on the beat) We gon' do this one for Dolph Fam (Goon) Ralo Kenny Muney (Yeah), don't you ask these hoes for any money (Nope) If Big Moochie go back to jail We gonna send him somethin' (Yeah, on Grape) If Jay Fizzle go kill an opp, we gotta give him somethin' Why the fuck Ralo in black? That nigga been through somethin', huh I got Eddie with me (White boy) If I kill one of these fuck niggas He won't tell the business (Nope) I know white boys can't jump (No) But I bet his ass I dunk (It can) I don't wanna see the opps (Why?) Unless I see 'em in the trunk (Yeah) I don't wanna see an opp, nigga, unless he in a blunt (Yeah) I just pulled up on Ralo, it's three Maybachs in the front (Yeah) They play with one of mines It ain't no question, we gon' hunt (On God) I got Flippa on my pendant, this Paper Route shit weight a ton Blue diamonds, blue money, nigga, I miss breakfast, dinner or lunch I ain't gotta sell a song, before a show, I sold some Runtz (Trap) This bitch want me to buy her a bag She gotta take these bags and run (Let's go) I ain't nothin' like them rappers over there I trap and play with guns, yeah I don't trap and play with guns (No) I just chop and play with tons (Yeah) Niggas say they want some smoke (Smoke) We gon' capture niggas lungs Man, I put that on my moms and I put that on my dad I'm the one that always had (Yeah) Gave these fuck niggas a pass Don't play with me, I was calm and beat your ass like 101 I'm the one, I ain't never dogs wrecked a but the one I don't run Every nigga 'round this bitch that hang with me gotta have a gun Ain't no niggas hot as us, we competing with the sun (Yeah) We gon' do this shit for Dolph I swear to God, we can't go soft (No) We the biggest shit we know (We is) This shit ain't never gon' payoff (No) Everything I ever did, I did this shit for us and them The day I'll ever be a ho, I'ma go and kill the pimp (I am) I can't go bad 'bout no ho, nah Big Moochie never been no simp (No simp) I was broke, I ran it up Now everybody like, "Look at him" (Look at him) And if a nigga play with gang We got choppers that take off limbs (Grrah, bah) And my killer keep his mask on Give a fuck if he go on film (Bah, bah, bah) Long live Dolph, we take you off and We ballin' hard 'bove the rim (Long live Dolph) And I'm pushin' plenty weight But I never went to no gym (Pushin' weight) And I'm havin' on that water These not ruby's or no gems (Ice, ice) Fuck, we got her just like Whitney Copped a Maybach, did a mend (Skrrt) Goldmouf from the death block (Yeah) I ain't never had to punch a clock (Nah) Never had to work a nine-to-five (Nah) Came up movin' 'bows and pods (Pods) Came in swervin' with the Paper Route (Skrrt) I ain't never had to chase the clout Break a brick down, an O (O) I'm just tryna get my load (Load) Free all of them real niggas All my niggas servin' life sentences (For life) I just copped a whole 'bow watch Put some blue and white ice in it Young rollin' my twin on (Yeah) We don't fuck with no fake niggas (Nah) Take them lames to the skating ring (Why?) Tell the pussy niggas, "Skate, nigga" (Skate) Haha
Writer(s): Terrell Davis, Timothy Blake Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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