Lyrics:
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
old coon dog Just to get us another groundhog
Fix another pot of the groundhog gravy Can you have some Well I'll say maybe
I come from way back in
free
Out here it's good times for miles
Yeah, these are the days of gold
Well it's a Southern summer
Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner
his good example
You are being watched by the nation
And you should realize
That you, will satisfy it if you do good
But on the contrary, you do
chips get low, that's what my old lady for
Can you hear me dog nigga, do you feel me dog
All my niggaz in the game feel the same way
Getting honey
I found my love by the gasworks croft
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Clouds
That LD collab ain't a classic (it ain't)
Your foot fetish is psychopathic (gross)
Wrinkled feet with the dog shit (dog walk)
All your bitches on my
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
losing by hair; let me get you Rogaine
Ha! The nerve on a man; Kobane
This is Big Baller brand; stay in your lane
This, right, here's the joint
Al-ways,
that's when I pull the strap out
And I get to buck-buck-bucking, I'm fuck-fuck-fucking your hoes
Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top-Dog I'm
that's when I pull the strap out
And I get to buck-buck-bucking, I'm fuck-fuck-fucking your hoes
Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top-Dog I'm
that shit's so strong
Like Paris Hilton, gotta carry me home
So full, so far gone
Forgot where I parked and lost my iPhone
Still lookin? good and pretty
need
Old news to us is what's flowing through the needles
Hero's turn to heroin, mayor they're good people
And these deacons reaching out preaching that
Well I work like a dog eight hours a day you know I'm nearly dead
When I stop by a bar on my way home and loosen up my head
Lord knows this is
Choked up by emotion talkin' real asphyxiation
Choked up for so long it make a nigga start to hate shit
They try to say good things will come but frankly
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
Hurt by the butt like meek mill tour
I show and pop and silver spring and feel it more
And I gotta show at the filamore, I'm killing dog
You can judge
You know I don't plan on stopping
Soon as I land it's popping
I just copped a brand new rocket
She just want to ride inside it
And she got a brand
turnin' shit down but my damn collar
Police pointin' at me, tryna snag me by my damn collar
Gucci Mane ain’t never graduate but I’m a trap scholar
Dog
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know
call me the lunch man
Big bang, think tank, Golf on the ring mane
Ima big dog, big dog, with a big fang
Bad in a good way, manic on a good day
Might've
like back up
Lay a nigga down like sheets on a mattress if we got the address
These niggas be actors give em Oscar for all of the practice
Stop all
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know
there waiting and anticipating somebody to slip and fall
He likes to sing a song
He sings Knick Knack Patty Whack
Give a dog a bone
This old man came
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