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travis porter - i'm a dog lyrics

[intro: skooly]
we got london on da track

[verse 1: ali]
i’m from the city of [?], top floor [?]
og jordans, with my lawyer playing golf
i took the top off, took them doors off
your b+tch wanna ride, make her take her draws off
double cup syrup, liquor make me [?]
the sh+t i had [?] man, i hope that ain’t your girl
turned 5 into 20, 20 to a 50
50 to a hundred, a n+gga love getting money
20,000 dollar [?], i love getting checks
long [?] up in magic, [?]
[?] so easy, ’cause a n+gga be easy
got goons with them big boy toys, you know d+mn right they squeezing
[chorus: ali]
when i’m in that big boy jeap with no doors
and i’m off in magic city, f+cking with the hoes
and i got a big bankroll that won’t fold
and i got your b+tch standing on her all fours
when i’m in that big boy jeap with no doors
and i’m off in magic city, f+cking with the hoes
and i got a big bankroll that won’t fold
and i got your b+tch standing on her all fours

[verse 2: quez]
black bo in this b+tch, can i get a wittness?
a lotta b+tches, black truck lifted
please don’t take it personal, strictly business
f+ck them n+ggas, i hope they get offended
audi on my wrist, and that b+tch flooded
made her kiss her girlfriend, now they kissing cousins
[?] so my n+ggas buzzin
i don’t know about your’s, but my n+ggas thuggin
and i’m fresh off the [?]
i smell like a pound, you think i’m fresh out the trap
and my pants cost a rack, man, you know you can’t aford this sh+t
2013, mr. porter sh+t

[chorus: ali]
when i’m in that big boy jeap with no doors
and i’m off in magic city, f+cking with the hoes
and i got a big bankroll that won’t fold
and i got your b+tch standing on her all fours
when i’m in that big boy jeap with no doors
and i’m off in magic city, f+cking with the hoes
and i got a big bankroll that won’t fold
and i got your b+tch standing on her all fours
[verse 3: strap]
we get that check and make movies, might hit onyx up on a tuesday, pull up bumping juvi
my b+tch ’bout her money, you see paper on her [?]
flat black coupe thing, ho, i’m batman
hundred bills, do the math, that’s a hundred bands
hope you understand, all we talk is rubberbands
she gon’ leave in that jeap with no doors on it
young n+ggas t.t.g., let you hoes [?]
gold placks on my condo wall
like my n+gga guwop, i’m a gold mouthed dog
n+gga talking money, [?]
real street n+gga, boy, we live above the law

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