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lirik lagu yung hood - dirty dawg

[intro]
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(tony coles)

[chorus]
dirty dog, just f~cked her and left her
gave her e ’cause the b~tch show me effort (e for)
put a s on my whip ’cause i’m special (skrrt)
she wake up to this sausage like breakfast (eat it up)
wastin’ muscle, they tryna play catch~up (n~gga, what?)
2pac, boy, you better keep your head up (keep your head up)
treat you bad when you broke, kick your bread up (get the money up)
start off vegan, these bags full of leather (full of gas)

[verse 1]
palm angels, but i’m a fly devil (i’m fly)
oh, that boy stay in dirt like he was a shovel (like dirt)
i’ll paint that boy red, man, i got a method (on go)
it’s a doa, he done seen paramedics (yeah, yeah)
on the way to the money, only way that i’m headin’ (only way)
i just f~cked on your b~tch, she just gave me that becky (she from)
i’m connectin’ the blocks, you would think that it’s tetris (oh, yeah)
workin’ hard every day for pay like a mexican (i swear)
her p~ssy the best, so i call her my bestie (call her my bestie)
there go my best friend, there go my bestie (there she go)
b~tch, i’m from texas, we don’t ride lexus (skrrt)
double my cup up, sippin’ my beverage (what is it?)
they say that boy hard like i had an erection (ooh)
the game full of b~tch n~ggas, don’t get infected (don’t get)
got my k!llers in the cut, don’t get dissected (don’t get k!lled)
pay for twenty k, i just made the exit (ooh)
he a dirty dog, he f~cked her and left her (yep)
too many hoes out here, b~tch, you ain’t special
who gon’ collect it? nah, be respectful (nah, be)
don’t lay up and p~ssy out, don’t get respected (ooh)
chasin’ money every day, i must be an athlete (i must be)
sweet~ass n~ggas ain’t gon’ give me a cavity (heard you here for mine too)
heard you fell off, gon’ shake back, causal (what the f~ck?)
i least spend a rack on a fit causally (on my momma)
i got the bank on me like my b~tch ashley (like ash)
fresh like i’m prince, i got bills in the air (i got)
i got hoes comin’ in, doubled up by the pair (doubled up)
and they don’t got p~ssy, ho, ’bout them hoes, i don’t care (i don’t f~ck on that ho, bring this)
we gon’ f~ck up the streets, we got seven dollar shirts
if he say he got sick, we gon’ go ‘head make it worse (you know what i mean?)
he get k!lled for a ten, r.i.p. (i swear)
heard a n~gga split his sh~t with a arp (boom)
[chorus]
dirty dog, just f~cked her and left her (i just left)
gave her e ’cause the b~tch show me effort (b~tch was e)
put a s on my whip ’cause i’m special (skrrt, skrrt)
she wake up to this sausage like breakfast (eat it up)
wastin’ muscle, they tryna play catch~up (n~gga, what?)
2pac, boy, you better keep your head up (keep your head up)
treat you bad when you broke, kick your bread up (get that money up)
start off vegan, these bags full of leather (full of gas)

[verse 2]
i’ma stay with this double cup, my money doubled up (it’s doubled up)
i’m sippin’ on liquor, this wock’ got me drunk as f~ck (got me drunk as f~ck)
know we keep up, we don’t box, we gon’ shoot it up (gon’ shoot this b~tch up)
shots comin’ from everywhere, don’t know who the f~ck (who the f~ck?)
gang f~cked up, i really don’t know who to trust (who the f~ck i trust?)
all my n~ggas’ rich, a b~tch don’t know who to f~ck (these b~tches f~ck everybody)
these b~tches come and go, i really don’t give a f~ck (i don’t give a f~ck)
i’m cool with everybody long as they don’t touch this neck (i’m cool ’til they touch it)
yeah, i’m really not regular, let me check schedule (uh~uh)
she like b~tches more than me, she bis~xual (what?)
i gave her that door, that b~tch don’t be extra (what the f~ck?)
i run through the pack, the plug throwin’ me extra (he do)
she get on my nerves, when she run, she be textin’ (she be runnin’ on coochie)
they be broke in real life, on the instagram flexin’ (you know)
mix the red with the blue, we drink purple in texas (ooh)
live my life on the go, i can’t wait, bet’ be ready (i can’t wait)
n~gga wrap for my body bag, i got some partners doin’ thirty for body bags (i swear to god)
i’m tryna stay out the way, i just made thirty off of turkey bags (i’m on go)
i let ’em drop the shot, i know how to make a pass (swish)
might as well call me steve hood nash (on god)
we got a problem, hit him with the step~back (bah)
from broke to rich, i don’t think that they like it (boom)
it get hot in the club, hold up, where the ice at? (they lovin’ that)
[outro]
dirty dog, just f~cked her and left her (i just left the b~tch, i gave her nothin’)
put a s on my whip ’cause i’m special (’cause i skrrt, eat it up)
wastin’ muscle, they tryna play catch~up (like catch~up, keep your head up)
treat you bad when you broke, kick your bread up (get that money up)

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