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That's my dog for sure That's my dawg We pullin' up in the Rolls Me and my dawg (Me and my dawg) To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you hoes To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you hoes HoodyBaby really, really rich HoodyBaby pull up with the clique (hello) Hoody creepin' rollin' with the six Now I'm in a 'Rari bumping Nip Black and yellow bitches on my stick Black and yellow, treat me like I'm Wiz Hustle in Atlanta like I'm TIP (Brrrrr, hello?) College bitch tweakin' for my dick Hit her college park like I'm Tit I want turkey pasta with the shrimp That ain't have shit to do with this 30 bitches tellin' me I'm the shit Juice man screamin' 32 Juice man screamin' 32 O.J. know my number's 36 Diamonds crip walking on my chest Sent a package right to Bouldercrest I heard your boy sippin Quali, y'all some qualiticians SongtexteYeah we politic, but fuck a politician You be smokin' Bobby Brown, new edition Run off with your bitch, she change her number Run into another bitch and fumble Money talkin' more than Bryant Gumbel Too much shit on my mind, I need a plumber Made love to a whore and changed my number Pull up on a boat like I'm Columbus Tongue all in her throat, all in her tunnel Pussy monster, I'ma need a muzzle Wake up Sunday night and go to LIV A bitch back at the crib tryna live A pool in the back, I let her swim I give her phone back and let her film Free will like the goodwill She real thick, waist real lil Weed real bright, it look teal Coke real white, it look clear 0 to 100 to a mill From nothin' to somethin' to a big deal Got to keep it trill in the field I ain't Cash Money no more And I put some carats on my bitch's wrist Put some carats on my bitch's fist Put some carats in my bitch's ears I came fast money, let's go And my heart goes out to Vegas, keep it real I just met some strippers on the strip Flew 'em to Miami, take a trip Flew 'em back to Vegas with some gifts That's just how it is, is, is Ain't trickin' if you got it, nigga rich I feel like satan, nigga lit Dedication 6-6-6 G-Wagon on six wheels They in they feelings, fuck how niggas feel Coke in the car, man it's no more bills Im sippin that Evander Holyseal This is that codeine overkill My mud colder than Soldier Field In love but all these hoes is weird These hair triggers, I might grow a beard Brazy ass but you know the drill I'm way up there, you right over here Have you ever seen the light hit my grill? I stand there and smile in the mirror Snap my fingers, dollars appear Out of nowhere and I don't do L's And I married the mob when I was like twelve Turned out well, like Tom and Giselle Ain't reading texts 'cause I'm reading checks I don't text 'cause that is finger sex Then I'm turning off my ringer next Airplane mode, no I'ma need a jet I'm dope babe, I need a needle set Chains rock it, can't see the neck Pockets crowded like the Beatles set I drop it off and gave Ms. Cita that Whip milky, I'ma sip filthy I sip this shit just like it's healthy Who spilt it, wait my bitch guilty? Uber, Uber; she'll be missed dearly Sincerely, yeah it's yours truly Call me Tune, the hoes call me Tunechi Rockin' Louis while the pot brewin' With a Chinese bitch that look like thot suey Told the straight hoes I'm taken Told the gay hoes I'm vacant Took some diamonds out her old bracelet Put 'em on the quotes in my statements I'm a born slanger, a born slanger One more time, I'm a born slanger Draco like a volcano You can fuck around and get your stars spangled Burberry, yeah your bitch staring I look very good, good very It ain't all about the werewolf It's all about what the wolf wearing You a popped cherry, yeah a Cherry Bomb We everywhere like the Marriott Shots sprayed like Malaria Hit your head like a Triceratops For my dawg, I'll kill you and your ho Yeah, me and my dawg, we put another on the road Hold up my female dawg, she 'bout to put on a show But to get my dawg back, I'd give up all of these hoes Aus Songtexte Mania