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wizz havinn - dog house كلمات أغنية

[intro]
f_ck
d_mn, n_gga
yeah, n_gga, uh
that four cheese
yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy, come on

[chorus]
i done lost count (d_mn)
i’m f_ckin’ on my b_tch and now i’m in the dog house (and now i’m in the dog house)
every runnin’ car i get in, it get dogged out (it get dogged out)
i ain’t have to ride waves to fit in, went my own route (sou, sou)
i’m on the grind, tryna stuff my pockets with that four cheese (with that four cheese)
same b_tches tryna p_ssy pop ain’t wanna f_ck me (d_mn)
pour a eight of tris in a pop, listenin’ to lucki (now i’m pourin’ up)
baby got her gut hangin’ out, it’s sayin’, “tuck me” (she need a tummy tuck)

[verse]
get your body did, just let me hide a place up in your crib (yeah)
i got bags comin’ in from state_to_state, bae, this sh_t real (this sh_t real, bae)
my wrist give me chills, boogers on the face, d_mn, ew (ew, ew)
p_ssy n_gga better not play, i’ma slap his ass like i’m will (yeah, n_gga)
yeah, i’m goin’ for the k!ll, i’m goin’ for the headshot (bah, bah)
you keep talkin’ out your neck, you must don’t know this lead hot (don’t know this lead hot)
i might pop me a g6, you know i f_ck with red dots (f_ck with red dots)
drop a diss, you made that list, boy, you done made mans hot (you done made my dog hot)
you done made my fans hot, tryna come for me (n_gga)
run down with that brrt, brrt, baow, you can’t run from me (frrt, frrt, frrt)
i’m in a different tax bracket, your baby daddy can’t f_ck with me (can’t f_ck with sou)
my b_tch on her way with the sack, just meet her at the doubletree (she puttin’ it in ’round there, bro)
[chorus]
i done lost count (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ on my b_tch and now i’m in the dog house (now i’m in the, i’m in the dog house)
every runnin’ car i get in, it get dogged out (it get dogged out)
i ain’t have to ride waves to fit in, went my own route (n_gga, uh)
i’m on the grind, tryna stuff my pockets with that four cheese (with that four cheese)
same b_tches tryna p_ssy pop ain’t wanna f_ck me (they ain’t wanna f_ck me)
pour a eight of tris in a pop, listenin’ to lucki (got that lucki)
baby got her gut hangin’ out, it’s sayin’, “tuck me” (she want a tummy tuck)

- wizz havinn

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