Dylon! Dylon! Dylon for Dialogue ft. Reese Green & Spyder G Lyrics

That's a dirty ass interlude, baby

That's a dirty ass intro

Big dawg

Yo, I love hip hop

Big dawg, top tier terrier

And I'm fucking with my XY

Variable

Came home, posted up in the office

And I'll carry it...

For the next one who has more to offer

I'm terrible

You ain't down, you fake lean

Theraflu,

3k daily early with the coke I used to thoroughly do

Everybody telling, so I'm sticking to the muse

Hold it down, ain't command

And I don't watch the news

Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am

And I don't like to choose

Every once in a while, get pussy whipped

Whip up a miracle in my truce

I'm in there, pap smear

Love loud, bad ears

I pops off, dad hair

And all that to that there

Go back to that, to that there

Then cash out, cashier

Listen to me, I send you in the right direction

Bat ears

Booming like Uber, you remind me of cash cab fare years

Take a Uber to chill with cougars, eat, bath, nap there

Toy stories ain't gonna get you a buzz for light years

Do what you does, cuz, if it's your whole criteria

If you're a stoner, then you're spooning with your bowl, cereal

And there's a new life behind shortcuts, cesarean

Section 808 is my aquarium

Bar your girl for the studios temporarily on

Oh, now you don't do beef, or you a vegetarian, huh

Can't see these shooting stars, I guess I need a planetarium, huh

Matter of fact, not actually putting in work is scary enough

On the contrary, very rarely compare you to tough

It was necessary to tell the secretary to hit me up

That was January, February, had an affair during lunch

She said he buys fake canary diamonds like a chump

And I'm the type that if it ain't real, then I don't want it

I'm dialing, dialing, dialing her dialogue

Dialing, dialing, dialing for monologue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for dialogue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for monologue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for dialogue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for monologue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for dialogue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for monologue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for dialogue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for monologue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for dialogue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for monologue

Cause I got a grip!

Kill shit, at a high commodity, follow me

Either Twitter or Snapchat, i'm on the get back

No Ludacris, get used to this

Flowing like Joe shit, looking Viewtiful

Beautiful as a new body cremated

Merk-man, dark ass Asian

Plain as a fresh cheese pizza

Just plain as a old two seater

98' Trans Am

Bars slam, like Onyx

Schooling these niggas, like they hooked on phonics

The shit, embryonic...

Like babies in the fetus

I'mma spread it and eat it, lick the shit like fun dip

Ha...

And she's dialing for dialogue

High off medicine, Albuterol

Couple percocets, mixed with the Tylenol

She bout' to blow like propylene glycol

I'm dialing, dialing, dialing her dialogue

Dialing, dialing, dialing for monologue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for dialogue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for monologue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for dialogue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for monologue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for dialogue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for monologue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for dialogue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for monologue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for dialogue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for monologue

Cause I got a grip!

Making ramen noodles in the pot

I'm whipping it!

All these stars in the sky got me fly

I'm picking them!

Wishes are vicious, I gotta keep filling them

Women love G and they gotta be billing him

Asses be popping, they gotta be pills in them

Hold up, dog

Switch it up for me

Lyrics make them flip off the board

I'm a senior compared to these sophomores

I don't kill people just to bring the war

Sound the mic down, crack Satan's floor

Sitting on the edge, sipping 40s while my boys here pumping E-40

Declassified, you can ask Gordy

Competition, yeah, they start to bore me

Common enemies from the grip

Now it's just time to finish it

Competition I ain't here to remember

And spit them boys, it's time to end this shit

I'm dialing, dialing, dialing her dialogue

Dialing, dialing, dialing for monologue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for dialogue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for monologue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for dialogue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for monologue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for dialogue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for monologue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for dialogue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for monologue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for dialogue, cause I got your bitch

Dialing, dialing, dialing for monologue

Cause I got a grip!