Lyrics:
just some dogs
[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
B****, your f***ing with a dog, all I want to do is bury some bones
Take a piss
killing weh mi, every yawd man admire
Base bullet play chord pan a choir
Chorus
Wid mi glock an mi Bible
Pan di block pan nuh idle
P***y wi nuh f**k fi
being
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's
up, that's how I grew up
I put in that work, that's how I blew up
Man fuck them niggas, they ain't nothin' like us
We don't talk to cops, that's how
youngin' got life, stressin'
Wonderin' if we'll forget him
Back then for six racks, get 'em
Now times that by ten just for rentin'
It ain't 'bout
I keep it real pack steel like my man Y.G
When a fool try to play me wet 'em up then I'm Swayze
You must be crazy kid
Man I never did forever wildin'
Despised By Patch Ass Nizzaz Who Tell Lies
(FreeSwaggaer For The Streets)
You See You Ain’t Even Gotta Get Up On That Mothefucker On That Mane
we play for p's g like kylian
The dreams to make p while billing it
I wonder if the thirst will even stop with millions
I'll prolly still need mo like
let no gyal try abuse my love
Once upon a time I got took for a teacup
Fuck that b's up, hoes down g's up
Bun feelings I gotta get my p's up
Nonna them
like yourself man
So whether you bangin for crip or blood
You better bang for sumthin young thug
'Cause you'll get banged on not by bangas
But by
tryna make my p's stretch give
A fuck if the beefs dead
Raf niggas down to scrap niggas like Benitez
Pagans had my whole ends locked by forensics
Cos them
your man what I said, fucking with Dreads
In the 500 I'm blunted, most wanted by Feds
Lock me up, your little ass copied up
Had the whole East Side
a little doe I maintain G's, status just to have it
Anything that I see it was my job just to have it
Sweepin down and sellin, where my homeboys live
They wanna come, can K-I- double- C-I-T
They be lovin' how Chachellino pop p's
So I get the flip and call my player partner, G
Tell him, swing by, hit
Jesus took the full sentence didn't cop a plea
Andrew tate straight but only one top G that's G O D on me uh
They like p1 how you make it look so darn
strokin' all by yourself
Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S-P-A-are-triple X
I sprinkle soul in your pussy hole
And put some coal on your nipple and neck
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
neck, G, I just bill paper planes and make P's
Today I ain't move one muscle, I just made 60 racks in my sleep
(Just made 60 racks in my sleep, just
Did roads done
That's how the checks came in
Many packs now
It's just a featherweight ting
Broski got to go in
She slyly text
She wants in
Not by
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
reporting
Anyways, for those who don't know
It's DOT, basically, grime GOD
A lot of guys don't wanna see me hold P
Twenty years don't make me a reload G
Now
this plain white tee (while I'm in it)
G fazos on my feet (it's a G)
Fresh to death, ooo rest in peace
chhhhh
I'm a always keep that drip on me (on
tryna do, my nigga?
E'rything you talkin' 'bout, I been through my nigga
I'm original, busta I'm a D.P.G.
War Zone motherfucker in the midst
on the bricks, I just bought a Phantom
Dom P fountain and my cocaine mountain
Bought a mountain bike just to ride through that shit
Gotta put my goggles on just
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