Lyrical Breakdown of She Not Mines (Feat. Problem) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Dolph weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "She Not Mines (Feat. Problem)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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You might see me with that girl but she ain't mine Sixteen when I sold my first pound Sittin' in my spot breaking down Nigga come get you a motherfuckin' pound You know if that shit ain't strong nigga then that shit ain't mine You know if that car don't go two-hundred then that bitch ain't mine You might see me with that girl but she ain't mine Nigga come get you a motherfuckin' pound Fire fire fire my block on fire Glocks on standby ready to let it fly I never seen a man cry till I seen one die I wasn't good in English class but I could sell you a pound Expensive shopping habits got me in and out of town Everytime I come around suckers look down Fuck wrong with you? Pick your face up nigga Stop complaining get your cake up nigga First thing that cross my mind is that paper everyday I wake up nigga Ferragamo sweats with the matchin' laces up nigga I'm a dope boy I ain't never had a check pay stub nigga And you, you just another fake fuck nigga I'm a street nigga so in my trap I trust nigga You might see me with that girl but she ain't mine Sixteen when I sold my first pound Sittin' in my spot breaking down Nigga come get you a motherfuckin' pound You know if that shit ain't strong nigga then that shit ain't mine You know if that car don't go two-hundred then that bitch ain't mine You might see me with that girl but she ain't mine Nigga come get you a motherfuckin' pound Sixteen when I sold my first P Fuck playing basketball I gotta eat Momma and daddy fucked up they can't do shit for me So I went and got a sack and got it out the street Pull up on your street in that motherfuckin' V Garbage bags full of grass in the backseat She in my passenger seat but she don't belong to me Told my nigga she just another freak so she belong to we I don't love these bitches and you shouldn't either The only thing I love is sellin' pounds of reefer That shit you hit two times it put you in a sleeper Your bitch on my dick cause she know you not my equal You might see me with that girl but she ain't mine Sixteen when I sold my first pound Sittin' in my spot breaking down Nigga come get you a motherfuckin' pound You know if that shit ain't strong nigga then that shit ain't mine You know if that car don't go two-hundred then that bitch ain't mine You might see me with that girl but she ain't mine Nigga come get you a motherfuckin' pound What? Diamond Lane boys get it any way Wrap it up then you hit it with that spray like Shh shh, shh shh, cool Do your lurk, pick your skirt, I found one by the school That's what I'm supposed to be doing, money talk I'm openly fluent I swear our last trap was like a U-Haul the way we openly moved it Homeboy I don't fuck with the stupid, I don't deal with the fakes I don't even know you no more, I'd rather count a mil in they face A hundred billions to chase, we foreign wheeling the chase We all say life is a bitch, Young Dolph put a pill in her face And make her pop it, hundred all day no option Went from not having no house, to walking around with thousands What? Dolph You might see me with that girl but she ain't mine Sixteen when I sold my first pound Sittin' in my spot breaking down Nigga come get you a motherfuckin' pound You know if that shit ain't strong nigga then that shit ain't mine You know if that car don't go two-hundred then that bitch ain't mine You might see me with that girl but she ain't mine Nigga come get you a motherfuckin' pound