rmc mike - dog strong lyrics
[intro]
b+tch
ghetto boyz sh+t n+gga
ahhhh, you know what the f+ck goin’ on
ahh, free my motherf+ckin’ brother n+gga
free the whole ghetto
[verse]
prices was too low on them bows so i copped ’em
used to be ramen noodles now it’s rice with double lobster
hate when n+ggas get some money then switch up for a dollar
say the dog getting strong, i took some pup off the collar
he got hit with a 10, somebody rush him to the doctor
a real drank baby, i was sippin’ act as a toddler
b+tch runnin’ when we f+ck, i blow her back out r+t+rded
meijers wasn’t treatin’ me right, i got my racks outta targеt
d+mn bro, i think i need some drank, i just farted
i done mastеred all that spice talkin’ sh+t, now i’m a artist
bust a b+tch up, make her gain some weight, she was starvin’
i think the b+tch came from puerto rico, she got departed
i mean deported, this a 10 not a 40
i won a ring with three different teams, robert horry
i just took perc with three b+tches, that’s a orgy
i can’t be f+ckin’ hoes raw, i’m important
swear to god, b+tch, i’m double strapped when i’m f+ckin’
gave her son some act so it ain’t no interruptions
you ever had some p+ssy so good you started cussin’?
i think he hit it too, sh+t i had met her through my cousin
got a new connect on that shhh, i think he russian
baby i don’t want that little p+ssy cause it’s musty
i a never switch up on my bros, we the dudley’s
the best head i got was from a b+tch that’s kind of husky
and not a big b+tch
i just bought a four nickel, it shoot big sh+t
i just shout out to la for a quick trip
i only f+cked her for a night, then she dismissed
no kiss+kiss
i still got a million bucks on my wishlist
lupe fiasco with that k when i kick flip
‘mike, what you got up in you cup?,’ this a big six
i wanna stop, but i can’t, it’s addictive
on the stage screamin’ ‘free the ghetto n+gga’ two times
ask me what i got up in my pocket, b+tch, a loose dime
glock 18 with the switch equals two 9s
told the b+tch she better act her age, not her shoe size
yeah, i still run my hood, n+gga, who lyin’
i like a nasty b+tch to eat the d+ck up while the coupe fly
took her to the crib, f+ck the bed, we on the futon
fiends lined up around the trap, it’s a food line
it’s a sale on the way, i gotta quick mix it
i’m a short fat n+gga, but i mean big business
out of town n+gga want a feature, give me six digits
bust a b+tch down quick as h+ll, give me six minutes
free rio, free the gang, and the whole squad
hit him from the top, make a n+gga do a nose dive
but a big hole in his sh+t, this a .45
i got a play in alabama, n+gga, roll tide
i be on the e+way so much i the road tired
rio walked in with a pot, we poured the whole five
it wasn’t act, it was old red
i just f+cked my new b+tch on my old bed
stackin’ pape’ for a rainy day, this some old bread
i just got a pint of qualitest from my oldhead
took my b+tch to get a pedicure, now her toes red
woke up early tryna hit a l!ck but my phone dead
d+mn
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