DAWG Lyrics

Im a motherfuckin dawg

Gotta leash on

These amiri jeans

Gotta break it down

An tell em what it

Yeah

Its Wop

Yeah

Imma motherfuckin dawg

Gotta leash on

These amiri jeans

Gotta break it down

And tell em what

It really means

Yuh

If they aint fucking with me

In the states

Imma hit the interstate

And catch a flight

To the phillipines

Yuh

I might stop in philly

For a philly cheese

Jimmy south

Got the competition

In a guillotine

They be sayin that im nice

But im really mean

Letter after letter

Turn these bitches

Into billie jean

Most these rappers cant even

Buy they fuckin beats

You gon' flop again

Might as well just

Buy the lease

Cant believe you boys

Broken over hidden fees

I think its time that we

All had an epiphany

Woah

Only cop a hoe a diamond

If its tiffany or trax

I tell her i aint worried

Bout that petty lil tax

Gotta come precise

Left no room for

Cuttin slack

This is real life

Wrong move

You never get it back

Yuh

Yuh

Open up

Why you never tryna

Have some fun

What the fuck

I been doin this before

I ever seen a buck

Was for fun

But now you pussys acting

Like its that time

Of the month

Throwin shots

But really you just

Sounding like you drunk

I make a withdrawl

And take your girl out to

Lunch lunch lunch lunch

Yeah

Yuh

Aye

And they thinkin

That im done

Bitch im one them

Big dawgs

Never been a runt

Yeah

I aint puttin on a front

I feel like jackie chan

They way im puttin

On a stunt stunt

And im getting in her buns

I beat that pussy up so bad

She prolly hold a grudge

Diggin in that pussy

Like im crawlin

Through some sludge

What the fuck

Been fucked your girl

That aint love

Bitch thats lust

And ion need no placement

In no magazine

Yeah

I walk into people

Turn it to a battle scene

Yeah

No one left to chalk up

All the casualties

Playlisters slippin up

By showin me they strategies

Yuh

Now im boutta really

Set it off

They might nail me

To the cross

Lemme take the

Double loss im okay

I can find a million ways

To play they silly games

When it comes to competition

Im the one they never face

Yuh

Yuh

Im the one they never face

When i walk in the room

I get em all up

Out my way

Thats okay

Thays a fact but

Im in the race

It feel like its my birthday

They way they throw

That motherfuckin cake

Yeah

Yuh yuh

They been spendin

Time with wop

Look like its been rubbin off

Aint no time to

Make shit up this

Aint no coverall

I aint talkin bout the titties

When i put em up an brawl

Yeah

And i catch you in that hall

Tell you that you owe me

Money you aint runnin off

Nah wtf

Why i see him in the mall

Run up on that pussy boy

An punch him in his jaw

Make a call