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And when she turns, this boy'll be gone
So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on
Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, oh play me your
it going, Big Tymin, you heard's me?
Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
Wait, I don't think they heard me
I say dog I got cake like everyday
gun, gun
I know you told me I should stay away
I know you said he's just a dog astray
He is a bad boy with a tainted heart
And even I know this ain't
a mad dog's moving in
She warned me once, she warned me twice
But I don't take no one's advice
So scratch it on over (move it on over)
Shake it
When I die, I wanna come back as a country boy
No, there ain't no better life if you ask me
If my neck don't come out red, then Lord, just keep me
love, yeah)
I love it, boy, when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turning me on (turning me on)
You keep me growling like a dog
a dog, now watch me cat-a-pul-ta boy
Yeah, I'm extra alter, yes a vulture, catch you walkin'
Extra talkin' to the morgue by extra coffins
Yeah, I'm hype
that's my lunch
Ru-ru-run your motherfuckin' pockets when I come
It's an honor to be robbed by Denise's only son
Yeah, give a ready baby boy, beta
get mugged if you go downtown
I live back in the woods, you see
My woman and the kids and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun and a rifle and a four
Don't you try to dog him 'round
When the kid hits Alabama, people
Don't you try to dog him 'round
'Cause if you people cause me trouble
Lord, I got
know y'all been told I don't give a fuck about livin'
Killin' other dogs got you cats chasin' Pigeons
Got me itchin' to bring back the beast from
give a dog a bone Jack
Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes
'Cause I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
Yea
Let me touch it (let me
(you're convincin' me)
Gone fishin' (bah-boo-dah-do-dah-do-dah-do)
Got your hound dog by your side (that's old cindy-lou goin' with me)
Gone fishin'
till it
Because if she's ugly, I don't mind
It's not her face, her bodyline, boy
When you go tear a pum pum
Getting drunk won't do no good
Till
The wild wide eye with her painted wing
She crushed the gray boy
Don't you know my selfishness was my suicide
Her painted wing became my
Rover, Fido, Spot...
M: A dog. Here boy!)
My girl, my girl, don't love me no how.
(M: One
D: Two
M: Three
D: Four-Six-Eight-Nine
M:
told me
If you can't love me, boy, you might as well let me be
Now, she said she don't want me hanging in the street
Don't want me going down
to itch you like a flea
Gonna teach my old dog to do some new tricks
Don't be begging me
Just take a seat on my lap of luxury
I'm like a happy dog
them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Don't talk about it, be
can at signed rappers
Lesson two, face 'em and dis 'em (what up dog?)
Don't give em a demo, kidnap 'em (I want you to come with me)
And make 'em come
can at signed rappers
Lesson two, face 'em and dis 'em (what up dog?)
Don't give em a demo, kidnap 'em (I want you to come with me)
And make 'em come
Yeah I see you over there making' eyes at me
Like you don't want to get caught
Now where'd you get the cowboy on your arm
And where you want me
(yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo, yo, yo)
Man, cats don't know (know) what it's gon' be (be)
Messin' with a dog like me (me)
D to the M to the X (X)
Last I
Left right left, down the street
Getting paid freak by freak
There you see me, there you don't
You wonder will I, or won't
Is it yes, is it no?
But
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