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yung hood - dirty dawg lyrics

[intro]
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(tony coles)

[chorus]
dirty dog, just f_cked her and left her
gave her e ’cause the b_tch show me effort (e for)
put a s on my whip ’cause i’m special (skrrt)
she wake up to this sausage like breakfast (eat it up)
wastin’ muscle, they tryna play catch_up (n_gga, what?)
2pac, boy, you better keep your head up (keep your head up)
treat you bad when you broke, kick your bread up (get the money up)
start off vegan, these bags full of leather (full of gas)

[verse 1]
palm angels, but i’m a fly devil (i’m fly)
oh, that boy stay in dirt like he was a shovel (like dirt)
i’ll paint that boy red, man, i got a method (on go)
it’s a doa, he done seen paramedics (yeah, yeah)
on the way to the money, only way that i’m headin’ (only way)
i just f_cked on your b_tch, she just gave me that becky (she from)
i’m connectin’ the blocks, you would think that it’s tetris (oh, yeah)
workin’ hard every day for pay like a mexican (i swear)
her p_ssy the best, so i call her my bestie (call her my bestie)
there go my best friend, there go my bestie (there she go)
b_tch, i’m from texas, we don’t ride lexus (skrrt)
double my cup up, sippin’ my beverage (what is it?)
they say that boy hard like i had an erection (ooh)
the game full of b_tch n_ggas, don’t get infected (don’t get)
got my k!llers in the cut, don’t get dissected (don’t get k!lled)
pay for twenty k, i just made the exit (ooh)
he a dirty dog, he f_cked her and left her (yep)
too many hoes out here, b_tch, you ain’t special
who gon’ collect it? nah, be respectful (nah, be)
don’t lay up and p_ssy out, don’t get respected (ooh)
chasin’ money every day, i must be an athlete (i must be)
sweet_ass n_ggas ain’t gon’ give me a cavity (heard you here for mine too)
heard you fell off, gon’ shake back, causal (what the f_ck?)
i least spend a rack on a fit causally (on my momma)
i got the bank on me like my b_tch ashley (like ash)
fresh like i’m prince, i got bills in the air (i got)
i got hoes comin’ in, doubled up by the pair (doubled up)
and they don’t got p_ssy, ho, ’bout them hoes, i don’t care (i don’t f_ck on that ho, bring this)
we gon’ f_ck up the streets, we got seven dollar shirts
if he say he got sick, we gon’ go ‘head make it worse (you know what i mean?)
he get k!lled for a ten, r.i.p. (i swear)
heard a n_gga split his sh_t with a arp (boom)
[chorus]
dirty dog, just f_cked her and left her (i just left)
gave her e ’cause the b_tch show me effort (b_tch was e)
put a s on my whip ’cause i’m special (skrrt, skrrt)
she wake up to this sausage like breakfast (eat it up)
wastin’ muscle, they tryna play catch_up (n_gga, what?)
2pac, boy, you better keep your head up (keep your head up)
treat you bad when you broke, kick your bread up (get that money up)
start off vegan, these bags full of leather (full of gas)

[verse 2]
i’ma stay with this double cup, my money doubled up (it’s doubled up)
i’m sippin’ on liquor, this wock’ got me drunk as f_ck (got me drunk as f_ck)
know we keep up, we don’t box, we gon’ shoot it up (gon’ shoot this b_tch up)
shots comin’ from everywhere, don’t know who the f_ck (who the f_ck?)
gang f_cked up, i really don’t know who to trust (who the f_ck i trust?)
all my n_ggas’ rich, a b_tch don’t know who to f_ck (these b_tches f_ck everybody)
these b_tches come and go, i really don’t give a f_ck (i don’t give a f_ck)
i’m cool with everybody long as they don’t touch this neck (i’m cool ’til they touch it)
yeah, i’m really not regular, let me check schedule (uh_uh)
she like b_tches more than me, she bis_xual (what?)
i gave her that door, that b_tch don’t be extra (what the f_ck?)
i run through the pack, the plug throwin’ me extra (he do)
she get on my nerves, when she run, she be textin’ (she be runnin’ on coochie)
they be broke in real life, on the instagram flexin’ (you know)
mix the red with the blue, we drink purple in texas (ooh)
live my life on the go, i can’t wait, bet’ be ready (i can’t wait)
n_gga wrap for my body bag, i got some partners doin’ thirty for body bags (i swear to god)
i’m tryna stay out the way, i just made thirty off of turkey bags (i’m on go)
i let ’em drop the shot, i know how to make a pass (swish)
might as well call me steve hood nash (on god)
we got a problem, hit him with the step_back (bah)
from broke to rich, i don’t think that they like it (boom)
it get hot in the club, hold up, where the ice at? (they lovin’ that)
[outro]
dirty dog, just f_cked her and left her (i just left the b_tch, i gave her nothin’)
put a s on my whip ’cause i’m special (’cause i skrrt, eat it up)
wastin’ muscle, they tryna play catch_up (like catch_up, keep your head up)
treat you bad when you broke, kick your bread up (get that money up)

- yung hood lyrics

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