Lyrics:
chips get low, that's what my old lady for
Can you hear me dog nigga, do you feel me dog
All my niggaz in the game feel the same way
Getting honey
all the money by the boat load
Niggas all jokes put em in choke hold
Mans run you outta business dog that's a foreclosed
All my bars they be coming from
Im swervin' in and out of traffic
Big forty on my lap
I will blast it
Hit my bro up
Now you gone
That shit magic
Pack come in, bus it down
We
a rockstar, I'm a wockstar, we got put over by that cop car
Had the wood in my lap, I was mad as fuck
You got a stick in the back with a semi-truck
Yeah nigga
bragging
In that big body burban no cap
They couldnt sleep on me no more woke up from a nap
Caught a dub now I'm running a victory lap
And I been off
a strap
She felt it on the lap dance bet he hit a tap dance
Bullets give him moves
It's crazy all these dances making twelve news
I don't fuck with cops
keep looking at me, she know it's that, she don't want her nigga
She know he cap, you wanna be a yard dog, bitch, you know you lap, why you acting
Hard,
statues
We know you ain't have it
Walked right by you
Move
Yo bitch gon tell you to move
That's big boy statues
Smashed
Then threw that hoe outta bounce
Now
seen what I seen
Begging I’m begging I’m down on my knees
If I was a dog they would put me asleep
Wolfhound violent I murder the sheep
Strong
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Scarin' us half to death
Journalistic lap dogs
Can't seem to find the truth
Crystal meth with the paymaster
Sippin' on a hundred proof
Ain't you so hip
Scarin' us half to death
Journalistic lap dogs
Can't seem to find the truth
Crystal meth with the paymaster
Sippin' on a hundred proof
Ain't you so hip
on my dubs while I'm swervin'
I keep a ole pistol on my lap while I'm swervin'
Just in case I have ta peel a cap while I'm swervin'
I play the six by
so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (yo Khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you
My money stretchin, just like luffy
Yall niggas ain't dogs, but yall goofy
I feel like I'm polo cause im goin stupid
She all on my dick, she be
nigga we did we went and we got
We did it alone by ourselves
Little help from E eternal we will him will neva forget him
Know now for wealth
Stood our
that fire heard what’s your cash app
On my lap ain’t gotta ask where the cash at.
Bust down hold it down let me rub it.
Gotta tweaking tryna touch me
the law trust me girl it's been a minute
I'm always about my business can't stop my dogs it's too many
I cannot say we be winning them all but we winning by
with a tint
Leave em off with a limp
Balling no gym
Never aim for the rim
When I shoot make it swim
Pick it up, run a lap
Take it back, then I win
Do you
the dampening sand by the water I kneel
The water laps the shoreline up to my knees
As the raindrops patter on the nearby trees
My soul is released by
wasting time and you Dead wrong
You dead wrong
But tell me what you need
Just call me when you want it
I'll make sure you get it
You'll have it by
slowly will
Surely become Audi
5000, that's word to the D-O-G
So what I'ma do is give these niggas the M-IC
And let them prove themselves
So you can
originally
I know the girls like it
Vixens acting all coy playing hard to get
Like the songs by this boy
Yo dog, The Woman at the Washington Zoo?
Yeah, that
sacco
Then I got a Caddy sack, just like them vatos
Posted up six-one, yeah
That's the block though
Ride by slow and get your ass popped, though
Me
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