'Cause all of my dogs on top
Ain't got no song, but the deal seems hot
I just hit the scene and the females drop
This ain't rap, but the 2017 rock
Everybody tryna have they own opinion
They don't wanna learn how to earn and to win
All I know is I ain't goin back to broke again
And I know my homie goin off in this bitch
That boss shit
Now I'm doin better while you nauseous
Drippin off the coke like a faucet
Don't do the drugs if your cautious
Get this shit bumpin like a mosh pit
Drinkin till I'm f*ckin unconscious
Drinkin till I'm f*ckin unconscious
Lookin at em all from a birds eye view
Probably cuz of all the f*ckin herb I blew
All my dogs on top, we ain't worried bout you
Y'all ain't got the sauce, but you heard I do
I jus let em talk, I don't feed into shit
Look at what you lost while I'm leavin this bitch
Let em take loss, I don't need it to win
And you can have ya broad, I won't need her again
Lately I been feelin blessed though, fit the bandana in the dress code
I ain't even gotta flex though, nigga been had it from the get go
Get smoke then I get ghost
Get dough, better get dough
Studio, with a pen hold, 10 flows
I set the tempo
I can make it explode
Fire to a bomb when I rhyme on a song
I know where I'm goin, if you ridin, come on
5 in the morn, gotta grind if you want it
I climb wit my dogs, sittin high, watch em fall, damn
'Cause all of my dogs on top
Ain't got no song, but the deal seems hot
I just hit the scene and the females drop
This ain't rap, but the 2017 rock
Everybody tryna have they own opinion
They don't wanna learn how to earn and to win
All I know is I ain't goin back to broke again
And I know my homie goin off in this bitch
Kas - Dogs on Top (feat. Rush) Lyrics
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'Cause all of my dogs on top
Ain't got no song, but the deal seems hot
I just hit the scene and the females drop
This ain't rap, but the 2017 rock
Everybody tryna have they own opinion
They don't wanna learn how to earn and to win
All I know is I ain't goin back to broke again
And I know my homie goin off in this bitch
That boss shit
Now I'm doin better while you nauseous
Drippin off the coke like a faucet
Don't do the drugs if your cautious
Get this shit bumpin like a mosh pit
Drinkin till I'm f*ckin unconscious
Drinkin till I'm f*ckin unconscious
Lookin at em all from a birds eye view
Probably cuz of all the f*ckin herb I blew
All my dogs on top, we ain't worried bout you
Y'all ain't got the sauce, but you heard I do
I jus let em talk, I don't feed into shit
Look at what you lost while I'm leavin this bitch
Let em take loss, I don't need it to win
And you can have ya broad, I won't need her again
Lately I been feelin blessed though, fit the bandana in the dress code
I ain't even gotta flex though, nigga been had it from the get go
Get smoke then I get ghost
Get dough, better get dough
Studio, with a pen hold, 10 flows
I set the tempo
I can make it explode
Fire to a bomb when I rhyme on a song
I know where I'm goin, if you ridin, come on
5 in the morn, gotta grind if you want it
I climb wit my dogs, sittin high, watch em fall, damn
'Cause all of my dogs on top
Ain't got no song, but the deal seems hot
I just hit the scene and the females drop
This ain't rap, but the 2017 rock
Everybody tryna have they own opinion
They don't wanna learn how to earn and to win
All I know is I ain't goin back to broke again
And I know my homie goin off in this bitch
Ain't got no song, but the deal seems hot
I just hit the scene and the females drop
This ain't rap, but the 2017 rock
Everybody tryna have they own opinion
They don't wanna learn how to earn and to win
All I know is I ain't goin back to broke again
And I know my homie goin off in this bitch
That boss shit
Now I'm doin better while you nauseous
Drippin off the coke like a faucet
Don't do the drugs if your cautious
Get this shit bumpin like a mosh pit
Drinkin till I'm f*ckin unconscious
Drinkin till I'm f*ckin unconscious
Lookin at em all from a birds eye view
Probably cuz of all the f*ckin herb I blew
All my dogs on top, we ain't worried bout you
Y'all ain't got the sauce, but you heard I do
I jus let em talk, I don't feed into shit
Look at what you lost while I'm leavin this bitch
Let em take loss, I don't need it to win
And you can have ya broad, I won't need her again
Lately I been feelin blessed though, fit the bandana in the dress code
I ain't even gotta flex though, nigga been had it from the get go
Get smoke then I get ghost
Get dough, better get dough
Studio, with a pen hold, 10 flows
I set the tempo
I can make it explode
Fire to a bomb when I rhyme on a song
I know where I'm goin, if you ridin, come on
5 in the morn, gotta grind if you want it
I climb wit my dogs, sittin high, watch em fall, damn
'Cause all of my dogs on top
Ain't got no song, but the deal seems hot
I just hit the scene and the females drop
This ain't rap, but the 2017 rock
Everybody tryna have they own opinion
They don't wanna learn how to earn and to win
All I know is I ain't goin back to broke again
And I know my homie goin off in this bitch
Writer: Kas
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