Song Info: She Like To Argue So I Sent Her To Law School Lyrics Song name is Preach. This song is sung by Young Dolph & the lyrics is written by Young Dolph.
She Like To Argue So I Sent Her To Law School Lyrics
[Intro]
(Zaytoven)
Ayy
You know what up, haha
It’s Dolph
Zay, what’s poppin’?
Never trust a b^^ch, never trust a n^^ga
F^^k b^^ches, f^^k b^^ches, get the scrilla
Don’t trust these motherf^^kin’ n^^gas
Never trust a b^^ch, n^^ga, get scrilla (Uh-huh)
[Verse 1]
I don’t f^^k with these n^^gas ’cause they shady
These b^^ches, they just wanna have my baby
Born in the ’80s, crack baby (D^^n)
Mama, she was in the streets, so guess who raised me? (The streets, n^^ga)
You motherf^^kin’ right
Couldn’t get it from my mama, so I got it off the block
Been workin’ my whole life, but I ain’t never punched a clock (Trappin’)
Nine years old, I seen a n^^ga get shot, d^^n (D^^n)
N^^gas quick to run they mouth when they get jammed (What?)
P^^sy-a^^ n^^ga tell it on his own fam (P^^sy)
The same n^^ga that you break your neck for (Yeah)
Be the same n^^ga that cross you out and wet you up (Ayy)
‘Posed to be chasin’ money, but you chasin’ b^^ches (What you doin’?)
Real bosses don’t talk, we just sit back and listen (Uh-huh)
Stack that paper up and then make boss moves (Yeah)
She like to argue, so I sent that b^^ch to law school
[Chorus]
Keep it real with your dog no matter what (Preach)
Same b^^ch that claim she love you, she’ll set you up (Preach)
Out here in these streets, it ain’t no such thing as love (Preach)
The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (Preach)
Real n^^ga s^^t only what I do and speak
If that n^^ga don’t work, he a f^^kin’ leech (Preach)
I ain’t got s^^t for a n^^ga
Ain’t nothin’ in this motherf^^kin’ world free (Preach)
[Verse 2]
Zay got the motherf^^kin’ bass thumpin’ (Zay)
Dolph got the motherf^^kin’ trap jumpin’ (It’s Dolph)
Doors to the trap open, I’ll sell you something (What you want?)
H^^l nah, don’t ask, I ain’t frontin’ nothing (H^^l nah)
I f^^ked your b^^ch, then told her, “I’ll see you around” (Haha)
Dolph just skipped town with two hundred thou’
Dolph just poured an eight in a two-liter pop (Pour up)
They say Dolph addicted to these streets just like his pops (D^^n)
Addicted to hustlin’, I can’t stop (Can’t stop)
Won’t stop (Won’t stop), can’t stop (Ayy)
Never hear me complainin’ ’bout what I ain’t got (Nah)
‘Cause if I want it, I’ma go get it (Ayy, yeah, ayy)
Free my n^^ga Yo Diddy (Ayy)
Got Paper Route tatted on your ho t^^ty (Empire)
Same n^^ga you gettin’ high with, he really your enemy (D^^n)
Every day, n^^gas cross they partners out for Benjamins
[Chorus]
Keep it real with your dog no matter what (Preach)
Same b^^ch that claim she love you, she’ll set you up (Preach)
Out here in these streets, it ain’t no such thing as love (Preach)
The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (Preach)
Real n^^ga s^^t only what I do and speak
If that n^^ga don’t work, he a f^^kin’ leech (Preach)
I ain’t got s^^t for a n^^ga
Ain’t nothin’ in this motherf^^kin’ world free (Preach)