Lyrics:
a dickhead
Think about this
Add up all the bills times that by 6 then divide by 8
You'll see that the governments fucked ay
Don't ask how i know this shit coz
never had to hit a fence
You got boys? (Boys?) Do I, strength
What did you start off with? A sixteenth, a pinch
You sittin fat (fat) I know that for
me)
The dog is in me (Dog in me)
Do the dogcatcher, dogcatcher
Do the dogcatcher
Do you wanna do the dogcatcher
Well, baby, why don't you do it again
around des 100 choppas don’t even try it BIKELYFE shut it down let’s start a mafuckin riot
And you know I’m wit it
Gsxr 750 slidin thru yo city
me my
boy, trap boy
See me in the club shawty call me throwback boy
Black boys, black toys, eatlin like the Fat Boys
Gucci on the track boy, how you love
out, nigga
It ain't 'bout a check, pussy nigga
Don't check for me
For disrespect, send a bullet respectfully
I put my niggas on
You know that we next
"Come on bae, wassup?"
He like, "Baby, where you at?"
I'm like, "Boy, I'm pullin' up"
Ayy, you can fold me up with my legs long
Let 'em hit it, have
When I'm at the beach gotta get a little breeze
I done seen the realist niggas get affected by greed
If the beat was a dog, then you know I'm walking
And said why don't you treat me mean?
Hurt me
(hurt me) , hurt me (hurt me) , hurt me
Oooooh! At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast
(Hah! Good God! Get off
understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't
But you must be aware that a fly can be swatted by a BK tray (oh, boy)
By the way, yo, here's yours
I know your just sweating me
So, baby, kill
But you must be aware that a fly can be swatted by a BK tray (oh, boy)
By the way, yo, here's yours
I know your just sweating me
So, baby, kill
breaks his chain
Yet I don't have him trained
Will my doggy dog me out?
Why does my man wanna roam all over
Burying bones on every corner
Better
you get your shit sacks right where your dicks at,
And I don't think your clicks just supposed to forget that,
I gotta a gauge for that day you want
Platinum billboards in the hood of you playa haters
Try to sneak up in the club low key, fuck an autograph
Dog I'm tryna chill, you can catch me in
boys now
You can drape yourself in Cartier
Oh, yeah
Your account gets fatter day by day
So the tabloids say
You're jazzin' with the big
all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I
your clique
They don't even got your back like my team got me
This shit be bittersweet
Don't try to talk all sweet to me after you just happen
suck you dry
The do what you say, and don't ask why
Who said that hoe ain't old enough?
If she could bleed, then she can fuck
Call me "Dirty Dog
just can't understand it
'Cause I know my dog is mean
Well, I've got a good watch dog
With me he never failed
But every time you come around, boy
nobody that can disconnect me
Disrespect me, or try to test me
If he do, you know the boy's through
Because it is a rule
I don't get played or made
nobody that can disconnect me
Disrespect me, or try to test me
If he do, you know the boy's through
Because it is a rule
I don't get played or made
spread the cheese, boy you gotta split the cake
You don't feed your dogs, they gon' get hungry and go to lickin' on your plate
Make sure my dawg don't
that's generous but I can't
Accept this
Bro, don't start giving me all that bullshit
You got me last time, this not my last dime
Big Mac and large fry, I
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