Lyrics:
running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
She's impressed by a fat
is my style
And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now
And get 'em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
You
Aw shit, Aw fuck
Me, Kali and Ces we go to get bucks
On the path but didn't think we'd get stuck
By some crass lads that's 'bout to get tough
slow
She caking that's fa sho but just know I'm in album mode
I don't need to say my name yeah they know
You can tell just by the flow that I'm geeking
the way I rock, get off my jock
Imma knock you out the box, let's go...
Let's Go!
[Verse 2]
Put up or shut up, get up, yeah what up?
Huh, get
and thank you Wes
I’ve had friends in the past but you guys are the best
No matter how much shit, always stuck by my side
Through the mud, through the egg,
beatin'
You bleed on top the concrete, found indecent
Blank out when I see you
Send shots at your cerebral
Go at your throat like a Pitbull
Stomp and feed
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the It's About Time album, and has also been released on the Country Classics album
place, she was the only one by my side
Had a nigga fooled and thinking that she was down to ride
I was da one who was there wiping tears out her eyes
She
see, when you're gone
I'll still be Bloody Mare
Sorry Joanne, Gaga come's out to play
Im so sorry Joanne
This bitch showed up to play
Sorry Joanne,
the dogs that's drivin' around in Beaumont
Lookin' for some cat
All you pitbulls should know by now
That hundreds in a roll look like tuna in a bowl
promoted
Moved out my momma house but still
This music was the motive
Around this time I'm bumpin'
Tunnel Rats and CMR but Lil' Jon was on the
Radio
If you never loved me
Then there's nothing
You can do for me, truthfully
I've been gone for a minute
On my way back soon
Imma put another album out
dog god
cross ya heart foo, and hope to die
cause you will die when you crucify
cause i gots frisco all sewed up
pitbulls in a bunch hidin in the cuts
thousand pound boat?
It's money by the tons, fo' sho' homey and all hunds
And if ya get past the gate, cameras and pitbulls, you can have some
been out by winter
But creativity takes patience I missed, and
You can't carve sculptures without a few splinters
And all for some art that I put my soul
and the chopper triggers
Even them alphabet boys can't stop a nigga
I pimp tight with that hoe off in the wind
Boy
I gets loose like I'm fresh up out that pen
Boy
the power, ghetto for the smiley
Pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, what's happening
Competition got me on the Rampage, Jackson
Part of my reaction to they
chciałeś zaprzeczyć
Fura pitbull i szybka dziewczyna
To dobry powód by zacząć zapominać
Ty już nie słyszysz choć ja głośno wołam
Zapomniałeś co znaczy stara
puddles
Woke up in Nigeria
Kicked out America
Case of malaria
Shit got scarier
Got left with a gun and a Pitbull terrier
And a note from my dad said
The royal penis is clean your highness
Thank you, king shit
Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America.
Time to roll out the red
This is my muh fucking house
Hey I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell
(Verse 1)
I was motivated by Scherff, now I'm killin every verse
Remember when they hated, now my album on they shirt
I got different flows, this
their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get,
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