lirik lagu travis porter - i'm a dog
[– feat. short dawg:]
you da type that kiss her on da lips-
and do dat lame sh-t
i’m the type that f-ck her hop up
get back to my main b-tch
dem n-gg-hs say they jankin ok my
goons on the same sh-t
all’ley know is six words f-ckin
busin brains quits?
yea de on dat cane sh-t r.e.s.p.e.c.t
my vnoda fuhkin name b-tch
g.l.o.c.k with me and das just who
i came with
motha f-ck security we be blowin
stankin
tryna get sovne hos to da house and
start a train b-tch
my car suped up yours a plain jane sh-t
hopped in da dully truck now i’m a
driving crazy
p-ssenga five three -ss is avn-z-n
eyes kinda of hasian cause both of us
been blazin
told ha put her face down just so she
can taste it
i came n den she spit it
out she said on
speacial’occasions
wat da h-ll you talkin
bout you must don’t know
my name b-tch
they don’t knooooooow
how we be ballin
we be ballinnnnnnn
dot a thick red
boooonnne and she
scrate from new o’leans
scrate from new
o’leaannnsss
can’t turn off my
phone cause da streets
keeps callinnnnn
streets keep callaannnn
but we’dt luv dem
woes you know i be
d-gg-n
d-gg-n d-gg-n d-gg-n
i met a bad yellow b-tch in new
orleans she always call me babi
but no i’m not ha babi
then she ask me am i gonna call
i told her maybe after i hit ha
she said quez oyou da greatest
da greatest
another bad b-tch in miami
ami say she? fa a
grammy grammy
vjanna do me and my whole
family family bend it over
bend it over drop it when you
dancing
i be ballin fo no reason all my
girls be changing by da season
f-ckin her any givin sunday
call me willie beamin say she
really wanna suck my p-n-s
then sawallow my semon then
dat b-tch is leavin
countin up da check is wat we
doing on da daily
cannot show up to yo club unless
you n-gg-s pay me pay me janky
-ss promoters they flugazy
porter house da army better yet
the navy
they don’t
knooooooow how
we be ball in
we be ballinnnnnnn
got a thick red
boooonnne and she
scrate from new o’leans
scrate from new
o’leaannnsss
can’t turn off my
phone cause da streets
keeps callinnnnn
streets keep
callaannnn
but we’dt luv dem
woes you know i be
d-gg-n
d-gg-n d-gg-n d-gg-n
file real cute (cute) say she from
da boo (boo) came in with her girl
(friend) thank she in a group
told em role with me and travy
i’ll supply da goose (i will) she say
you short dawg (uh)
my reply was roof (roof)
young money n-gg-h getting bread
girl i’m too paid (young money)
when it comes to hoes i like em red
like my cool-ade (that’s right) fresh
pair of new j’s (fresh)
stuntin with my black card all i do
is mac broads
doggem like dem backyards (ahaha)
i’m talkin
michael vick status i hit da club find
a n-gg-h wife and kidnappit the
streets keep me ballin
boy i might just quit rappin (i will)
this drank got me moving slow like
i’m in traffic (tell em)
they don’t
knooooooow how
we be ball in
we be ballinnnnnnn
got a thick red
boooonnne and she
scrate from new o’leans
scrate from new
o’leaannnsss
can’t turn off my
phone cause da streets
keeps callinnnnn
streets keep
callaannnn
but we’dt luv dem
woes you know i be
d-gg-n
d-gg-n d-gg-n d-gg-n
now first of all i’m a dog and she
know it need a thick bad b-tch with
a -ss dat can tho it
dot a lot’of money and she know
that i’m a blow it then i hit da strip
club and ye dey
know that i’m a tho n hold up (aye hoi up)
aye where da keys to da truck in
den
n den i whispered in her ear is you
gone f-ck me or wat n den she
whispered in my ear
n said boy you a sl-t but she like
dat nasty sh-t so she stayed in da
truck
so uh ok we can
do dis sh-t again maybe you
can brang yo girls maybe i can
bring a friend you can
bring the weed baby i’m a bring
da gen cause tonight baby we
partin again becauuu
they don’t
knooooooow how
we be ball in
we be ballinnnnnnn
got a thick red
boooonnne and she
scrate from new o’leans
scrate from new
o’leaannnsss
can’t turn off my
phone cause da streets
keeps callinnnnn
streets keep
callaannnn
but we’dt luv dem
woes you know i be
d-gg-n
d-gg-n d-gg-n d-gg-n
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