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Know, whoa
You should know, whoa
Yeah
Yeah,
Big dogs, when we walk, you should know, whoa
Two hoes, through the smoke, and I want both those
Me and my dogs, we came to chill
(We layin' low, low)
Yeah, but she was trippin' off a photo
Oh no, why she trippin' off a photo?
Oh, this bitch was trippin' off a photo
Me and my dogs, we came to chill
We layin' low, low
Oh, so why she trippin' off a photo?
Take a look, ladies, only gonna see it once
Us, before all of the fame done came up
Trust, maybe take a picture, it'll last longer
You can tell your friends that you made it in a rap song
Okay, I wake up with my eyes low
Take a hit of that dro on my nightstand
Then I roll over, it's a bad hoe
And she in my bed, and I'm just sayin
Shit changed since the kid couldn't even get her number
Used to roll around in that '95 Runner
H***i right beside me, I was too afraid to touch her
I don't really know what y'all was doin last summer
But I,
Was makin' noise with the boys got it comin' in
Money conversations, want that Rolls Royce Cullinan
Big bad dogs in the park, he do the runnin' man
She was trippin' off a photo, she a f***in' fan
Trippin' off a photo, what she want, a autograph?
I ain't really trippin' bout a bitch, just a lot of cash
Only way I'm f***in' her tonight is if she model bad
Gwen Stefani, if she holla at me, I won't holla back
Other thing comin' up mad, cause I ain't call her back
Was never tryna meet your mom, I ain't at fault for that
Now she callin' me the villain, know I'm wrong for that
Know her and her friends still gon' listen when I drop a track
Bitches run they mouth, all over the town Probably that's the reason why my new shit
Been gettin' out
Old girls mad, cause they know they missin' out
And the new bitch is jealous, cause she want me for myself
I said, wow, girl, you sweatin', think you really need a towel
Look around, badder bitches than you, all up in my house
Take a mile, take a mile, give a inch, they take a mile
Why you trippin' off the picture, bitch, you didn't even smile
Ou!
Big dogs, when we walk, you should know, whoa
Two hoes, through the smoke, and I want both those
Me and my dogs, we came to chill
(We layin' low, low)
Yeah, but she was trippin' off a photo
She gon' come around my way
She gon' come around my way, yuh
She gon' get all up in my face
Askin' if we really got paid, for it
She gon' come around my way
She gon' get all up in my face
Yeah, her friends wanna f*ck with the gang, cause
They heard we was gonna be famous
They heard we was gonna be famous
Heard
Heard
Heard we was gonna be famous
I mean, we gon' be famous for sure
But I don't know about you
Oh we gon' be famous
Take more than just a picture
Make this bitch famous
Bitch (what?)
I don't want no picture
I'm just tryna put my dick all up in ya
(Sex)
I been thuggin' it out
(Thug it out)
It's been a while since the dog has been out
(Now he's out)
Sick and tired of motherf*ckers runnin' mouth
(Runnin mouth?)
Now they bout to catch this fade
(This faaade)
Motherf*ckers, yeah, you better behave
When I'm in yo spot, bitch, get out of the way
This one's Ashley, this one's cool
This hoe red and this bitch blue
This hoe old and this one new
This hoe's Composer's, this one's you
R.I.P. to Kree, R.I.P. to Krys
A new motherf*cker comin' out, he exists
When I come around, motherf*ckers get pissed
And all of a sudden, all they problems get fixed
Goin' bar for bar, I'm goin' back to back
She gon' car to car, just to pass the cat
Yeah, I ain't tryna hit this, but I'm tryna hit that
And if her man comin' up to the crew, he gettin' smacked
Call me Vincent, yeah, cause I got the white
She took one little line, she ain't feelin' right
(Ahaha)
(Damn! Damn!)
(So how does it go?)
I got my dogs out and shit, homie
Yo, these dogs bouta start barkin'
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Know, whoa
You should know, whoa
Yeah
Yeah,
Big dogs, when we walk, you should know, whoa
Two hoes, through the smoke, and I want both those
Me and my dogs, we came to chill
(We layin' low, low)
Yeah, but she was trippin' off a photo
Oh no, why she trippin' off a photo?
Oh, this bitch was trippin' off a photo
Me and my dogs, we came to chill
We layin' low, low
Oh, so why she trippin' off a photo?
Take a look, ladies, only gonna see it once
Us, before all of the fame done came up
Trust, maybe take a picture, it'll last longer
You can tell your friends that you made it in a rap song
Okay, I wake up with my eyes low
Take a hit of that dro on my nightstand
Then I roll over, it's a bad hoe
And she in my bed, and I'm just sayin
Shit changed since the kid couldn't even get her number
Used to roll around in that '95 Runner
H***i right beside me, I was too afraid to touch her
I don't really know what y'all was doin last summer
But I,
Was makin' noise with the boys got it comin' in
Money conversations, want that Rolls Royce Cullinan
Big bad dogs in the park, he do the runnin' man
She was trippin' off a photo, she a f***in' fan
Trippin' off a photo, what she want, a autograph?
I ain't really trippin' bout a bitch, just a lot of cash
Only way I'm f***in' her tonight is if she model bad
Gwen Stefani, if she holla at me, I won't holla back
Other thing comin' up mad, cause I ain't call her back
Was never tryna meet your mom, I ain't at fault for that
Now she callin' me the villain, know I'm wrong for that
Know her and her friends still gon' listen when I drop a track
Bitches run they mouth, all over the town Probably that's the reason why my new shit
Been gettin' out
Old girls mad, cause they know they missin' out
And the new bitch is jealous, cause she want me for myself
I said, wow, girl, you sweatin', think you really need a towel
Look around, badder bitches than you, all up in my house
Take a mile, take a mile, give a inch, they take a mile
Why you trippin' off the picture, bitch, you didn't even smile
Ou!
Big dogs, when we walk, you should know, whoa
Two hoes, through the smoke, and I want both those
Me and my dogs, we came to chill
(We layin' low, low)
Yeah, but she was trippin' off a photo
She gon' come around my way
She gon' come around my way, yuh
She gon' get all up in my face
Askin' if we really got paid, for it
She gon' come around my way
She gon' get all up in my face
Yeah, her friends wanna f*ck with the gang, cause
They heard we was gonna be famous
They heard we was gonna be famous
Heard
Heard
Heard we was gonna be famous
I mean, we gon' be famous for sure
But I don't know about you
Oh we gon' be famous
Take more than just a picture
Make this bitch famous
Bitch (what?)
I don't want no picture
I'm just tryna put my dick all up in ya
(Sex)
I been thuggin' it out
(Thug it out)
It's been a while since the dog has been out
(Now he's out)
Sick and tired of motherf*ckers runnin' mouth
(Runnin mouth?)
Now they bout to catch this fade
(This faaade)
Motherf*ckers, yeah, you better behave
When I'm in yo spot, bitch, get out of the way
This one's Ashley, this one's cool
This hoe red and this bitch blue
This hoe old and this one new
This hoe's Composer's, this one's you
R.I.P. to Kree, R.I.P. to Krys
A new motherf*cker comin' out, he exists
When I come around, motherf*ckers get pissed
And all of a sudden, all they problems get fixed
Goin' bar for bar, I'm goin' back to back
She gon' car to car, just to pass the cat
Yeah, I ain't tryna hit this, but I'm tryna hit that
And if her man comin' up to the crew, he gettin' smacked
Call me Vincent, yeah, cause I got the white
She took one little line, she ain't feelin' right
(Ahaha)
(Damn! Damn!)
(So how does it go?)
I got my dogs out and shit, homie
Yo, these dogs bouta start barkin'
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Writer: Brendan Quigley, Christopher Rodriguez-Garcia, The Narrator
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Kamano
Language: English
Length: 4:27
Written by: Brendan Quigley, Christopher Rodriguez-Garcia, The Narrator

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