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rese'vor dogs - comin' 4 u lyrics

[intro]
ha ha
ha ha, mothaf-cker
back on that -ss, come on mr. postman

b-tch, it’s the rese’vor dogs, n-gga you ain’t know?
got your f-ckin’ address right here
this is serious, holla at the n-gga danny brown

[danny brown]
oh, danny’s back on his proceedings
serving these black [?], swervin’ and ‘lac breezin’
hurting these cats breathin’, for no reason
i throw g’s at any party i [?] in
get your weight up, not your hate up
danny ain’t a grocer, but he bag the eighth up
so hot i order extra clips
got black suits comin’ and they game will smith
so don’t slip if i’m with the tech
cause i turn your white tee to white fishnet
n-ggas, get ready for war
k!lled three the last week and i’m ready for four
throw a bullet in the game just to settle the score
so hood and that white thing, peddle to the floor
the metal is full, n-ggas try to stop the rolex
put two in you, leave you bl–dy like a kotex

[hook] x2
one, two, n-ggas comin for you
three, four, get the f-ck on the floor
five, six, n-gga give me those bricks
seven, eight, man give me all that weight man

i always been good with math and dollars
twenty plus three is what i’d like to have four of on a 96 impala
watching [?] on the tv for the driver
back seat x-box, strippers wanna holla
me, i’m a dog, just call me a rottweiler
bumpin’ the clips with a clip in my coat liner
docs holdin’ shotgun, believe me dog it’s more than a cliche
boons really got a gun
catch you on the street corner, come up out your funds
you’re short, call the kidnappers, come up out your sun
i run with some ride or die, instead i stand in front of the club
and p-ss sh-lls like they was flyers
but doe, i come up out the bush and surprise you
like it was your birthday, you sling on the dirt [?]
i don’t act on my own, i go where the work say
and i touch so much green, you think it was earth day

[hook] x2

i’m k!llin’ any n-gga hotter than me
have bullets spin around his head like it was his 360s
catch me zoomin’ in the whip so swiftly
f-ck all you n-ggas, suck my d-ck, come and get me
when i fight, i get help with that
i do it old school, n-ggas catch a pipe or jack
you must think i’m just writin’ raps
till your mom yelling, “god i want my baby back”
the boy flows is banana scr-p
no more, standing up straight when the hammer brap
and the pump go off, you know what’s next
n-ggas shake and disappear like an etch a sketch
n-ggas better start showin’ respect
before the diesel eagle help your heart jump out your chest
and that way you can show your feelings
play craig davis, let the [?] fill you in

[hook] x2

- resevor dogs lyrics

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