Lyrics:
do is up to you
No choke chain or training treat, far away from your owner's lap
Just keep out of the road and your dick in your pants
It's high
tomorrow
Fuck that
Club owner love me, buy so many bottles
Club owner hate me, fuck up so many couches
It's a thin line don't cross it
You can love me
Been a coroner like David
Banner I'm the owner
Of the marijuana aroma you're smelling hear
The donor yelling "it's me bitches"
Who did it, I did it
Take
to shut this bitch down
Club owner and promoter got a mothafuckin frown
If you didn't know oomp camp now you know this shit
Lil see, Loko, Shawty be
Immer nur Training Day (Day)
Digga, we play no games (no games)
Alle meine Jungs sind Desperados
Keine Angst vor dem Tod (keine)
Immer nur
enough stuff to make you do that dare
So come one, come all, just havin' a ball
Beware of the owner 'cause the owner's a dog
I got y'all back off
of Tommy navel
Robot dog, he drinks his owner underneath the table
Robot dog, I'm afraid this foe is fuckin' fatal
I'm about to go pre-natal, end up in
just passed out in the club the other night off that D'usse
Threw up on the owner
Owner talkin' about he wanted his money back
He wanted half
check this out right (wazzup)
All why'all club managers (uh huh) and club owners (yeah)
It's bout to get real ugly in your mothafuckin club right now
out the seat
We making the Songs that you keep on repeat
Homie a dog and I love him like flees
I flooded the streets now the chune on repeat
a play
Y'all always hangin' from outside the club
Bitch we be the owners of buildings
You niggas talking a lot about stealing the sauce
But y'all little
Where the lean? Where the cups? Hoe, it's time to po' it up
Tell the owner we ain't leavin', we gon' buy the whole club
(Now my dollars to the ceiling,
more bottles
We in the club
If they told you that my city ain't litty they doing drugs
Shoutout the Beautiful women
Shoutout mi dogs dem
All my bros
It requires a lot of training both physically and mentally.
It is very challenging not to mention extremely dangerous.
Bomb sniffing dogs are truly
bottles of cham-p-aign
In love with the same stripper that sprung T-Pain
And all this Louis Vuitton shit ain't cheap mayn
Dog I can't keep sayin' G.O.O.D
Six dogs compete for the Best of Show title
In the 49th annual Texas Dango Brango Club Show
Of the finalists, five are owned by aliens
The dogs
of death
How is it possible that 200 million guns
Are owned in the U.S. with only 80 million legal owners?
Until we do something, guns will continue to flood
it for that strip club owner named Jack
Guitar Slim going down slow
Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe
Play, "Please Don't Let Me Be
main lining, dog I made it!
Fuck the club up, Hella drunk, you know we faded
Club owner, said the tab on him, im glad we made it!
Party at my house
Brodie poured a two-four, was sliding off the wall
We would hit the club, boy, the dimes out and all
Couple faked the love, couple slimed out the dogs
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
to the block, to pull up five in the mona
Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner
Look lifes a bitch, but im on her
I almost cracked this, no more hustling
the ceiling
Owner said the club closed but we still in the building
Pullin' foreigns outside and stuffin' women up in 'em
Got a hundred grand stuffed in
need to chrome up, become a home owner
Look life's a bitch, but I'm on her
I almost cracked this, no more hustling backwards
Up the ave I zip, nigga
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