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Xanman

My Dawg

My Dawg

(альбом: Krime Pays 2 - 2018)

All of that bluffing shit, need to cut down
You don't even know how I
Wasn't there when I had nothing
What you want now?
Big dog on me, No bloodhound
I'm fucking your bitch, and I pull her bun down
Chopper rock with a guitar like I'm Chuck Brown
Where your shooter sun down when the sun down
Crime pays so I got my gun up
I really don't use my dog
Lil fuck nigga tried to run off
Like why you running like you hard
He say he yo' brother tryna pull your card
Ouu, I thought that you was my dog
Walk on me like I got a call
I got yo' bitch, let you do a call
50 on me, going to bash in his skull
You can see the look in his eyes
And tell him he not gon ride
Mask down looking like Micheal Myers
Tell him you gon slide
You ain't shooting, why you lie in your rhymes
Tell yo' plug he a [?]
I took yo bitch nigga, everytime
All of these niggas real live

Ouu, I had to get it from the get go
Pump on me like a Citgo
Creep on a opp, I mean tip toe
Watch how I slice the work, Call me Kimbo
Most of these niggas they using
Most of these bitches they choosing
Moving work, better get with the movement
Chopper make him dance like he in Zoomba
Crime pays so I had to do it
If you a real nigga, you ain't got to prove it
You gon' slide on me, then do it
These nigga's love when you start loosing
Selling gas, I cannot be a student
[?] nigga give me two [?]
Dog with me, make sure he can do it
Can't fuck with these niggas, I swear that they two faced
You ain't my brother, than you can't cool with me
Yeah I swear to God it's none of that
[?] my man are you coming back
I'm off a bar, help me relax
I'm just tryna put [?] on the map
Y'all playing defense like a corner back
I throw the work like a quarterback
Had to ruin my name, they call me Shaq

All of that bluffing shit, need to cut down
You don't even know how I
Wasn't there when I had nothing
What you want now?
Big dog on me, No bloodhound
I'm fucking your bitch, and I pull her bun down
Chopper rock with a guitar like I'm Chuck Brown
Where your shooter sun down when the sun down
Crime pays so I got my gun up
I really don't use my dog
Lil fuck nigga tried to run off
Like why you running like you hard
He say he yo' brother tryna pull your card
Ouu, I thought that you was my dog
Walk on me like I got a call
I got yo' bitch, let you do a call
50 on me, going to bash in his skull
You can see the look in his eyes
And tell him he not gon ride
Mask down looking like Micheal Myers
Tell him you gon slide
You ain't shooting, why you lie in your rhymes
Tell yo' plug he a [?]
I took yo bitch nigga, everytime
All of these niggas real live

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