Raw Dawg

Because to have one is so close to none She can take sick any moment and you'll be homeless Ain't got enough time to get with all of y'all Tell the truth, ain't got no time to have one brawl I be forgettin' what to text and who I wanna call Don't come over, bae, I meant to send that to my dawg All dogs go to heaven, I'm a Rott dog When I beat up that lil' pussy I'ma raw dog You got me screwed up, baby, like I'm Paul Wall And I don't lay up, bae, I stand up like I'm Paul Brousseau That pussy get so wet, I slip right in, no olive oil I lovе all of y'all, but I don't want no child support Gotta keep a side piece right on my lunch tray Yеah Gotta keep a side piece, complete my entree Yeah If you leave me I ain't gonna cry, I'ma call my other thing Yeah I'ma get right on her thigh, I ain't talkin' chick wing Yeah Gotta keep one on the side, I ain't talkin' string bean I'm so groovy, honey move and feel like Billie Jean Yeah Hit for fifty Gs I hit for fifty Gs I don't need no feature from you, nigga, I rap and I sing I rap and I sling I might keep winnin' Pull up to the bank, teller, I want pink fitted I want pink slips I want pink fitted I don't want no geek bitch, I like freak bitches You got decent titties, you don't need lipo I get so much green, nigga, I don't need Geico Lil' Kodak, do your thing Live life, Wu-Tang Eat the booty game No, no, I won't do that thing I ain't gonna suck your clit, but you can suck my dick Nigga, you ain't get no money frontin' with your brother's shit Got a bunch of women, bunch of money, I got a bunch of it I done had to block her number, she be on that fuck shit I done had to block her number, she stay on that fuckin' shit Ain't no fuckin' shit Hey, I'ma call my other bitch You hoes embarrassin', I can't love none of y'all Plus I'm a team player, so I'm passin' to my dawgs Nigga, they know how I ball Big stepper in the mall Fresh to death, no casket, dawg Fuck it, now go add raw She gonna suck it 'til it's sore Okay, I know, who told you to pour? Tryin' to run your game, well, bitch, you lost Ain't cuttin' the check, what the fuck you thought? Oh, the boy tryin' to fuck your job? If I had the dish you'd fuck my car Don't want no average jit wanna fuck a star Wan' marry the kid, they go too far Pardon the wannabe, you didn't set the bar Down now, you the pretty floor Fly in there, fuck the best of 'em all I ain't even land since I took off Yeah, I'm with the shit Go bro hit a lick Before I ask the bitch, I'ma just take his shit SG, nigga, uh, we got our own bag My nigga put me on, I ain't have to call him dad I hit for fifty Gs I don't need no feature from you, nigga, I rap and I sing I rap and I sling I might keep winnin' Pull up to the bank, teller, I want pink fitted I want pink slips I want pink fitted I don't want no geek bitch, I like freak bitches You got decent titties, you don't need lipo I get so much green, nigga, I don't need Geico Lil' Kodak, do your thing Live life, Wu-Tang Eat the booty game No, no, I won't do that thing I ain't gonna suck your clit, but you can suck my dick Nigga, you ain't get no money frontin' with your brother's shit Got a bunch of women, bunch of money, I got a bunch of it I done had to block her number, she be on that fuck shit I done had to block her number, she stay on that fuckin' shit Ain't no fuckin' shit Hey, I'ma call my other bitch