bzargoodboy – dogs lyrics
[producer tag: enrgy beats]
[?]
[watermark: pe$o pete & [?]]
shiny pack! (+shiny pokémon sparkle+)
[verse 1: pe$o pete]
broke a whole d+mn’ b+tch back, she need chiropractor
she asked why i keep them in the p+ssy, “this the money habits”
i gotta’ k!ll his clip before it fye ’cause they money addicts
sippin’ muddy, i feel like i’m p++p, boy, this money slappin’
yeah, i’m out of [?]
[?] smokin’ swishers at the party, had to close the door
yo’ b+tch left you, boy, that’s sad, but she needin’ more
goofy ass jit lost his job, now his b+tch a wh0re
[verse 2: bzargoodboy]
goofy ass jit got his supreme from a marshall store
it cross you on the past, then he died, whatchu’ [?] for?
we just smoked the whole d+mn’ pound, but i’m sparkin’ more
n+ggas sippin’ cut ass cut, got ’em fartin’ more
n+ggas really f+ckеd up in the crib, now i’m so bad
i know his b+tch wanna’ f+ck, man, you so mad
last time i drive for my fans, i madе ’em so glad
last time we drived for his weight, d+mn’, so sad
2+0+0 for the features, that’s what’s listed
[?] make the p+ssy taste better when i l!ck it
gotta’ [?] the soccer team, how she can’t kick it
this bud ain’t free around here, you can’t nip it
[verse 3: pe$o pete]
dropped a rack on a pint, b+tch, i’m movin’ different
b+tch, we some dogs, if you askin’ why we tula fitted
if i get locked up, i [?] and you hearin’ crickets
yo’ big homie hit the f+ckin’ stands, how you [?] spittin’
you must think i’m f+ckin’ stupid if i’m doin’ writtens
beatin’ up the pack, it disappear, like when k+ma hit it
demon up in my b+tch, i hit her rear, then i’m scuba in it
you ain’t in the field, that sh+t crop, you a google image
nah, this sh+t is gettin’ heavy
tesla too quiet when it start, b+tch, this ain’t a chevy
you just hit the plug for a nic’, now yo’ ass is deady
winchester rifle in the six, i like kenny chesney
[verse 4: bzargoodboy]
i feel like jughead jones, the way i’m f+ckin’ betty
when you ain’t wearin’ levi’s, you wearin’ f+ckin’ [?]
twenty+one years in michigan while i’m a f+ckin’ yeti
all my n+ggas hate [?], she too f+ckin’ petty
yeah, [?]
i just whipped the pistol out on dog and made his hand shake
h+llcat drift when i slide with the handbrake
told that b+tch to come over now, this a mandate
aye, that’s a f+ckin’ order
you smoke t+n+t poppers, we smokin’ f+ckin’ mortars
you put it on, it’s like [?] like we won’t make it shutter
n+ggas wanna’ talk online until we get ’em tortured
you roll up lil’ kazoos, we roll wit’ quarters
i die wit’ it, i ain’t stealin’ sh+t to a recorder
i’m with the fiora soldiers, we movin’ forward
it’s a god d+mn’ pig, not an enforcer
it’s a love triangle with me, the fame, and the pros
i just lit a [?], boy, i ain’t wastin’ nic’, i’m blowin’ o’s
i been solo dolo, i ain’t spend a nickel on these hoes
i’m flint raised, from the concrete, grew a rose
from the music sh+t to the clothes
i been countin’ up since ain’t n0body else to oppose
i been livin’ fast, but i ain’t dyin’ and i won’t go
i been runnin’ tables every d+mn’ night, i won’t fold
[outro: bzargoodboy]
hahaha, b+tch
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