Lyrics:
by smirnoff
And look how many champagne bottles I pop
But I don't even like drinks that are fizzy
But I drunk so much
My head's done dizzy
Ay,
by smirnoff
And look how many champagne bottles I pop
But I don't even like drinks that are fizzy
But I drunk so much
My head's done dizzy
Ay,
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
on this album I just signed ta Diplomat yesterday
What's really good
(I mean, I mean the album is done I mean
You know you on the next joint you on my
When I go out!
I'm going all the way in
We bark back like wounded pitbulls off the chain
Stress got me going insane
There no time to regret
Let go
a fed
I don't even try i don't play rugby
I'm not that guy
Messy, but I don't kick ball
I feature on bare tracks, like pitbull
Got bare bars good signal
on the top one day (one day)
Con paciencia y vaselina
El elefante se la metio a la hormiga
And that's the slogan I live by
Me, I hang out in the hood
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
my trick ain't for kids, if you dig 'em, you'll get smacked
I'll clock ya, I'll spring forward, you fall back
Every album that I drop has got more
coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
She's impressed by a fat boy
Cadillac, weed, pistol
full of lead
Everyone in the crew knew what I said
would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead
Let's peel their caps back
The cars
Niggas is finished before they gimmicks: one-hit wonders
What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your clique stalls
I'm a pitbull, I'm just dog, I
smacked by a lame
That's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane
It just dont sound right, I get your team devoured
So don't even TINK about it
Little niggas want to rap and think that shit sweet
Push his first album and he died the same week
Put that water on the dirt turn that shit to mud
I
as soon as you release your new album im goin to kill myself becasue I hate you
Yo what the fuck is wrong with you pick up the goddamn phone, I think im
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
immediately When it comes to it
You cannot compete with me lyrically
No where near being a beast They more mainstream like Pit-bull So
I gotta sick this on you
To make up for what you can't do on record
Open your eyes twice the size and realise
I'm on the rise and you're on the demise
Ostracized by my reprise
Step
hallucinate, and now I woke up in Prague (WHAT THE FUCK?)
Lookin' at me with those damn puppy eyes, Donald and Putin been sent by the spies (YUH)
Blow it back,
hallucinate, and now I woke up in Prague (WHAT THE FUCK?)
Lookin' at me with those damn puppy eyes, Donald and Putin been sent by the spies (YUH)
Blow it back,
hallucinate, and now I woke up in Prague
(WHAT THE FUCK?)
Lookin' at me with those damn puppy eyes, Donald and Putin been sent by the spies (YUH)
Blow it back,
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
the dogs that's drivin' around in Beaumont
Lookin' for some cat
All you pitbulls should know by now
That hundreds in a roll look like tuna in a bowl
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