Lyrics:
bummy
Condom wrap it like a mummy
Make him pump it til he cummy
Got a bonus track girl
That's the name of this song
And I don't wannna be right
If this
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
you met Tyler, the Creator
And the other members of Odd
Future how important was that?
GQ: They inspired you to record
Your first album, Nostalgia,
a sound
Breathe too fucking hard and you getting bust down
Yo, yo, y'all niggas wanna be killers? (Get at me, dog)
Y'all niggas wanna feel us? (Get
Guevara with bling on, I'm complex
I never claimed to have wings on
Nigga, I get my "by any means" on whenever there's a drought
Get your umbrellas out
Guevara with bling on, I'm complex
I never claimed to have wings on
Nigga, I get my "by any means" on whenever there's a drought
Get your umbrellas out
Everything reminds me of my dog
Beautiful things
Sunsets remind me of my dog
Gina go to your window
Einstein reminds me of me dog
I want to pat his fluffy head
all
Who are y'all
Popped another pill, super calm
Right into my palm
Dose another drug, what the fuck
So confusing dog)
I swear I don't wanna remember
(know it's dangerous)
Hunting season, squares is ducks and deers
You stranded and you stranger
Your chain about to be a souvenir
Young homies been
goin' on respect the game
Me and my dogs we ball
Just like we live we love
Get in our path of money
And your head get bust
Me and my dogs we ball
Just
spin around, I'm the new kid in town
Yeah it's coming soldier,
April the month it's over
Yeah your run is over
The album is done I told you
What
nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try and tamper
representing the Git It Boyz
This your boy Chingy
And matter of fact,
I wanna shout out everybody who had something to do with this album
The Features
Growth is inevitable
Whether it be in your control or out of your control, you're going to grow no matter what
You have to grow
You can't stay stuck in
Hot 97, blazin' hip hop and R&B
This is your man doodoo stain Ed Lover on the microphone
Blazin' hittin' you in your head
Yo that was a fat
the right stanza
Give this love song the right anthem
If only I could tell em what name is
I’ll let you be the judge I’ll be the plaintiff
I swear I feel you
to the timid
You either fall or you be great
Your last chance is always truly your last
Take your chance and bow down to a king
My pity ain't gonna last
Bitch!
nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try and tamper
want to be your dog
Always by your side
And we can go for walks together
And maybe sometimes for a ride
I want to be your dog
A love that never ends
your bid
I'm through with you kids, like Brenda
I don't want to have to trash bin ya
When Ab enter, cats get they raps injured
Without no reason they be
a sound
Breathe too fucking hard and you getting bust down
Yo, yo, y'all niggas wanna be killers? (Get at me, dog)
Y'all niggas wanna feel us? (Get
About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad
play by dog rules (ruff)
Young niggas in my hood on their dog food (ruff)
I'mma train that bitch, send that hoe to dog school (dog school)
Her friend
Downtown New York
Last floor, penthouse view
Still thinking I still want more
Oh y'all want more?
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