dog$ ft. Chris The Composer Lyrics

Know, whoa

You should know, whoa

Yeah

Yeah,

Big dogs, when we walk, you should know, whoa

Two hoes, through the smoke, and I want both those

Me and my dogs, we came to chill

(We layin' low, low)

Yeah, but she was trippin' off a photo

Oh no, why she trippin' off a photo?

Oh, this bitch was trippin' off a photo

Me and my dogs, we came to chill

We layin' low, low

Oh, so why she trippin' off a photo?

Take a look, ladies, only gonna see it once

Us, before all of the fame done came up

Trust, maybe take a picture, it'll last longer

You can tell your friends that you made it in a rap song

Okay, I wake up with my eyes low

Take a hit of that dro on my nightstand

Then I roll over, it's a bad hoe

And she in my bed, and I'm just sayin

Shit changed since the kid couldn't even get her number

Used to roll around in that '95 Runner

H***i right beside me, I was too afraid to touch her

I don't really know what y'all was doin last summer

But I,

Was makin' noise with the boys got it comin' in

Money conversations, want that Rolls Royce Cullinan

Big bad dogs in the park, he do the runnin' man

She was trippin' off a photo, she a f***in' fan

Trippin' off a photo, what she want, a autograph?

I ain't really trippin' bout a bitch, just a lot of cash

Only way I'm f***in' her tonight is if she model bad

Gwen Stefani, if she holla at me, I won't holla back

Other thing comin' up mad, cause I ain't call her back

Was never tryna meet your mom, I ain't at fault for that

Now she callin' me the villain, know I'm wrong for that

Know her and her friends still gon' listen when I drop a track

Bitches run they mouth, all over the town Probably that's the reason why my new shit

been gettin' out

Old girls mad, cause they know they missin' out

And the new bitch is jealous, cause she want me for myself

I said, wow, girl, you sweatin', think you really need a towel

Look around, badder bitches than you, all up in my house

Take a mile, take a mile, give a inch, they take a mile

Why you trippin' off the picture, bitch, you didn't even smile

Ou!

Big dogs, when we walk, you should know, whoa

Two hoes, through the smoke, and I want both those

Me and my dogs, we came to chill

(We layin' low, low)

Yeah, but she was trippin' off a photo

She gon' come around my way

She gon' come around my way, yuh

She gon' get all up in my face

Askin' if we really got paid, for it

She gon' come around my way

She gon' get all up in my face

Yeah, her friends wanna fuck with the gang, cause

They heard we was gonna be famous

They heard we was gonna be famous

Heard

Heard

Heard we was gonna be famous

I mean, we gon' be famous for sure

But I don't know about you

Oh we gon' be famous

Take more than just a picture

Make this bitch famous

Bitch (what?)

I don't want no picture

I'm just tryna put my dick all up in ya

(Sex)

I been thuggin' it out

(Thug it out)

It's been a while since the dog has been out

(Now he's out)

Sick and tired of motherfuckers runnin' mouth

(Runnin mouth?)

Now they bout to catch this fade

(This faaade)

Motherfuckers, yeah, you better behave

When I'm in yo spot, bitch, get out of the way

This one's Ashley, this one's cool

This hoe red and this bitch blue

This hoe old and this one new

This hoe's Composer's, this one's you

R.I.P. to Kree, R.I.P. to Krys

A new motherfucker comin' out, he exists

When I come around, motherfuckers get pissed

And all of a sudden, all they problems get fixed

Goin' bar for bar, I'm goin' back to back

She gon' car to car, just to pass the cat

Yeah, I ain't tryna hit this, but I'm tryna hit that

And if her man comin' up to the crew, he gettin' smacked

Call me Vincent, yeah, cause I got the white

She took one little line, she ain't feelin' right

(Ahaha)

(Damn! Damn!)

(So how does it go?)

I got my dogs out and shit, homie

Yo, these dogs bouta start barkin'