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hound dog - dog pound. lyrics

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i play them joints that you would smoke to
i’m bout my bag but my nuts loose
i gotta tag ’em, so i know who’s who
meet me in up paris, call that a rendezvous
french toast and cinnamon crunch
breakfast is full but i’ll eat your ass for lunch
giving me your thoughts, who the f+ck even asked you?
cut from the front page, inhale from a glass tube
rip my swag, gotta wear a mask dude
you’ll need talent and sleight of hand too
they way i’m coming, you gotta bring lube
yo girl’s on my phone asking me to send nudes
the pied piper of hamelin, i need my flute
they on my ass, ’cause they follow my tunes
the scriptures from the past are nowhere near my rules
scooby+doo, snoopy, blue’s clues and now hound dog too



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