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Mmm go brazy Hazy Real talk Can’t be worried about no bitch dog Countin’ blues make my dick hard Tryna get it like 2Pac balling I ain’t shit baby I been doggin' Can’t be worried about no bitch dog Counting blues make my dick hard Tryna get it like 2Pac ballin I ain’t shit baby I been doggin' I ain’t shit, I’m the shit though All these bitches on my dick, it’s a freak show If I tell the gang blitz, better get low Hoes get played where I’m from better coach them Bro can’t hang where I’m from, they’ll smoke ‘em All this game in my vein come from Oakland If yo mans end up bodied we don’t know shit I donе swerved in that lane with that glizzy in my hand Pеrcs for the pain these hoes can’t get in my head Fuck all the fame cause a nigga don’t care I do bitches scandalous y’all wouldn’t understand it Real talk SongtexteCan’t be worried about no bitch dog Countin’ blues make my dick hard Tryna get it like 2Pac balling I ain’t shit baby I been doggin' Can’t be worried about no bitch dog Counting blues make my dick hard Tryna get it like 2Pac ballin I ain’t shit baby I been doggin' I thinkin’ about no bitch cause I ain’t want them Trying to get a couple bricks from me & bro hand Put a 6 on her shit if she ain’t with the program Dollar fit on that 6, makin’ eight ain’t no more grams I’ll put little baby on the blade just to get me paid Got two loaded Glocks on the escalade Pop out, get him dropped Fuck his escapade I popped two percacets, made me elevate It’s that yerk talk, head shots skirt off Tell his baby mama get the head with her skirt off Bitch snatched my soul, got me dead with my shirt off Me & my mans hit the trap, count the bands Get the work off Little nigga handle more beef than strogenough At the neck off the nigga I know he lost Best friend get me neck off the liquor she hold my balls Picked again, make the bitch run my errands & take my calls Hundred thousand for an AP At tito’s with your mama but you hate me Carl trying to charge me for some weed like it ain’t me Nah I’m cappin’ I’m just playing that’s my mother fuckin baby Hit the bank, get a bag, run it up then go brazy Smoke a whole bowl of zaza, this rental car hazy Trying to do no drive by, hop out & face ‘em Ain’t gone be the same when I smoke that nigga like I laced him All my diamonds actually real, got them bitch from DH store When my ex pop a pill, know that bitch still taste me Niggas keep playing with that drank Give it here I ain’t gon’ waste it Pour that soda in my big bro drank Real talk Can’t be worried about no bitch dog Countin’ blues make my dick hard Tryna get it like 2Pac balling I ain’t shit baby I been doggin' Can’t be worried about no bitch dog Counting blues make my dick hard Tryna get it like 2Pac ballin I ain’t shit baby I been doggin' Aye, Mackavelli in this hoe I don’t care about no hoe I’ll verify that hoe Niggas knockin’ at the door because I’m up & now that broke Baby laughed when I was down but gone be thirsty when I blow Probably out there fuckin niggas that I know I done done it all bae like shawty lo I done got it on my own yeah they know Ain’t e-40 you can’t tell me when to go I’m big stepping in Channel double CC’s Holla beep beep I got it out the deep East Catch me up in Prada, Louie, & Givenchy Can’t be worried about no bitch that’s gone need me Real talk, can’t be worried about no bitch dog Countin’ blues make my dick hard Trying to get it like 2Pac balled I ain’t shit baby, I been dogged Can’t be worried about no bitch dog Countin’ blues make my dick hard Trying to get it like 2Pac balled I ain’t shit baby, I been dogged Aus Songtexte Mania