Lyrics:
Baby I'm a dog I'm a pitbull
I just get this money by the fist full
Fully automatic all my pistols
Had to cut her off but we still cool
Baby I'm
Used to get, bent, now I represent to the fullest
Pencil is full of insolent bullets
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with
a dumb f**k
Thotianas all around us in different races
Don't be fooled by their fancy clothes and they pretty faces
F**k s**t up
2nd Chorus
Might hit
Work is so s--t
Get me out of this office
This place is so full of d--kks
I don't know why I don't quit
(I said that)
Work is so s--t
Get me out
of St. Ides'
And spray-paint the blank sides of all the subway train rides
I got a pitbull that eats sheep and spits wool
And chews on human body tissue
Yow grinch nuh bwoy cya diss the link inuh
by time dem quint marrow stink
yow sainty make dem know
Weh dem know bout St. E anuh farming we pile
I just rolled a backwood of some s**t ion know the name to
Tryna keep composure kuz a n***a on that drank too
I just realized won’t no day go by that
see into your heart
Just by looking at your shadow
Your translucent skin
Houses love, like the love hidden in
The Chateaux
Got the heart of a pitbull
full of dreads
Mouth full of gold
Watch out for the chicos in them zone
Miami boys, always looking for a lick
But careful we don't end up in your
Pitbull slash Q-Bon
Yo
One time for Heavy Management, Baja Pantie
Them 6 - 7 Boys
Welcome to Miami where them boys used to touch tourists on a daily
the store for a St. Ide's
Dre Dog creeps solo
Me be wit' hella muthafuckas ah hell no
'cause I don't worry bout' shit
I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be
alcoholics
What you think about it fool "Nigga I can't call it"
Little kids run around wit' a nose full of buggers
Well my nigga's on the block sell that
Pitbull slash Q-Bon
Yo
One time for Heavy Management, Baja Pantie
Them 6 - 7 Boys
Welcome to Miami where them boys used to touch tourists on a daily
Check, check, check, yo, we here M-I-S-S-O-U-R-I
For sure, we gon' hold that down for St. Louis no doubt
My nigga Kyjuan gon' kick this shit out
around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so
Don't come around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick
Don't talk
On this beautiful day
We tryin' to take a break
From that gangsta life in the bay
We got that charcoal on standby
And meat by the pounds
I'm talkin' gallons
it's a give and take, Depth hidden by the surface angst
It's a cold world with a frigid fate, Full circle know the risk is great
Alternate the game, They
Back, back, back, back it up!
It's Jay R, straight acting up
With Pitbull, Julio G
From one glass you know wassup
I see her looking from a mile away
Been about a day since I bled in a pine bed
Get 'em full of dread when they
Find out that I’m dead
Body full of meds, mislead by a pill head
Fucking
they love to hate
That's dem Miami boyz
With a head full of dreads
Mouth full of golds
Watch out for chicos and them zoes
That's dem Miami boyz
Always
We get higher and higher
Crazy blue like St. Elmo's fire
Love's so sharp and flat (C Sick)
That it's hard to know just where you're at
We get
mount to the sky
So up to the rooftop the coursers they flew
With a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard
When they meet to an obstacle mount to the sky
So up to the rooftop the coursers they flew
With a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too.
by the curse of the witch on the mountaintop
Bitch at the fountain rock
Lips in the town will talk
Trip and roll with a bowl full of pigs blood
Toes
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