Lyrics:
Ay, yo the half mask rockin' Sasquatch
Ay, yo the half mask rockin' Sasquatch
Ay, yo the half mask rockin' Sasquatch
Y'all forgot it Rottweiler
un loco mas que te has cruzao por la calle
Agresivo como rottweiler
Esto es pa dar palos no pa que se lo bailen
No - soy - nadie
Kilos de polen polos
body turn rotten on 'em
Sick them rottweiler's on him, did snatch some dollars from him
Bling bling that punk nigga, take the diamonds from him
Never
a supreme baseball
Givenchy rottweilers vicious lettin out my chained dogs
Chrome Hearts on the chain dog
Cover up my pain dog
Blood all on my Gucci how
cachorro louco (huh)
Maluco igual rottweiler, ela joga, embraza no baile
Achando que a água 'tá batizada
Mas eu sei que ela gosta da thug life (oh, oh,
Malibu
Mueka
Rocks (Gigi)
Rottweilers, Rottweilers Inc.
Retarded by El Mini
& El Seco y hosteado por tu favorite men
Tu hombre favorito
DJ Rottweiler aka El Rotwa, men
Yo, yo, yo antes que na' hermano que
Sepais
the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
Rottweiler dog
With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'
Or leanin' out
the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream
shit sloppily I drop a ki properly
They call me the Don Dada
Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even rottweilers, follow,
bite, Rottweiler
Test him out, stressed him out, no
Popped him out and stretched him out, oh (get it good now)
Time keeps slippin'
These bitches in my
can smell it
So I pick from my own garden (garden)
Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather
Grandkids and a Rottweiler, got over the block trauma
back, run it up, now run it back
For a re-post, cuz, I need a hundred racks
Top dollar, hip-hop, the Impala
No bark, all bite, Rottweiler
Test him
hottest signed artist, don dada, to G
Street lord, rock bottom, Godfather and P
D-Boy, Rottweiler, Sean, Sada and Tee
Standin' on the corner three days,
coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
Baby, I come running
I got Rottweiler in tube
to smoke all of you losers
Got a bazooka, a shotgun, a ruger, a Glock, and a nuke
And a Rottweiler too, I'm not in the mood so
When I say I'm bringing
niggas, get my boxing on
All I ever hear from niggas is what they prolly doing
But they be really talkin' 'bout what I be doing
All black Rottweiler
their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the corner
And all them niggas I used
Got this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers
5000 ones, throw 'em then stop
See I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch
Splurge for a second when I'm
the stock piled up, gun powder for the Rottweilers
I was home with pops when the cops got him (paranoid)
Voices in my head, tryna kill the noise
They
caller
Twenty-inch blades and they on the Impala
So many years in the game, I done became a Rottweiler
Survivor, with motherfuckin' diamonds on my
and a rottweiler
Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
I've
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