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big dog yogo – darg bars lyrics

[verse 1: big dog yogo]
you ever rolled with a weapon you ain’t wanna use?
but if it’s on then it’s on, you ain’t gonna lose
back roads to stack dough, doing one and twos
weed with a lot of booze, waved like i’m on a cruise
way too many dead souls, got my head froze
i’m all alone in the zone, blowing peng smoke
my younger on the roads with a rambs doing ten toes
said he’s down to expose man’s guts and wet clothes
i’m just tryna maintain but it’s a shame
how the game changed, never be the same
sh+t be straight strange
serial k!llers and b+tch n+ggas on the same wave
six baby moms but on the low moving straight g+y
i ain’t like them man though, i’m more like rambo
army fatigues with all sleeves, all commando
middle of the summer, whipping white like django
did it all, seen it all, never going back though
cause all i’ve seen is pain on these back roads
n+ggas get their back blown
i’d rather get blown like a saxophone
never miss them cold nights, linking all them cats for dough
rather spend my nights with my kids and a madagascar show
if not, i’m cranked with your b+tch, blowing that casper smoke
scheming on a plan to get rich from all the tracks i’ve wrote
never got flowers but street love’s like a plaque for yogez
cause i’m the same darg who used to peel man like acetone
i ain’t with the fashion show, i’m just tryna stack and go
row, row, row my boat, still get active bro
f+ck all of the acting though, stand by my actions so
anything i done, i don’t regret, that’s the way it goes
still ain’t tryna be involved, mind my business, keep it low
certain works manaman mashed, still a secret so
i just thank god that i’m living
free my dargs up in prison
and rip my dargs who ain’t living
[verse 2: md mad dog]
jail nights are lonely nights, ain’t going back there
same time in my whip, rolling with a whole square
they say h+ll is hot, well i’ve already been there
man are claiming heart but i doubt they got it in there
seen how the roads go, outside from ’05
seven years i did, put a gap in my whole life
rapper like future, not tryna be a low life
not my fault that i’m always a ho’s type
b+tches on my d+ck cah they heard that i can fight
man are shoot and missing, they’re moving like they’re c+ck+eyed
i was in the crop, feeling for green like i’m popeye
if we take things, run it back, that’s not i
probably wouldn’t ask cah i’m known for my knife crime
about it in real life, they’re shooters on fortnite
after i bang these hoes, no kissing, no goodnight
happy for my life so i always thank the most high

[verse 3: big dog yogo]
more time i’m more high, never been a fall guy
always been a big mac, can’t take man for small fry
came from p+ssy hallways, kept it certi always
never took a l, that’s some bullsh+t that they all say
me i’m more realistic, darg i really seen sh+t
gun spray for the cake but ain’t no mr kipling
gyal are beneficial so i’m moving like some pimping
keep the balance cah i’m talented like mr ripley
f+cking gyal all week got a brudda limping
try to keep the tings simple but i’m never simping
been a g, i’ll be a g until i’m old and wrinkly
i was bussing juggs when you was watching tinky winky
back roads, doing moves, hope they never seen me
tell my mom i’ll be a goon till i’m living minty

- big dog yogo lyrics

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