ceowen me n my dawg (feat. amarieyo) şarkı sözleri

Me N My Dawg we don't need no introduction, Them boys sliding on every punch in, Smoking gas, might need robitussin, Yeah I felt a lil sum in my gut, my stomach, uh, All dis lean, shit gon f*ck my stomach up, But I'm still finna pour dis double cup, Bad bitch, wit a bad lil bubble butt, Walk inside the trap, wit dem bands, we gon f*ck it up Yeah me and Fabrizio I got a chop with them cheat codes, don't need reload at all, Seen a bad lil hoe, she get catcalled, I been stacking my bands, had to withdrawal, Keep the metal on me feel like Big Boss, In the maybach, more music than Rick Ross, Or at least I been running up steadily, My pockets fat, yeah my racks grew up heavily CEO snap every melody, every flow that he lay down Every hoe wanna hangout Yeah I invested dough for the layout Shit gonna payout Me and the bros in the SCHLACK! house WWE Smackdown He talking shit on my name he gon tap out I'm in yo city the PJ just tapped down yeah Where's the good eatery I had yo hoe show me the scenery She said that the best place to be is her crib So she took my back home I grinned evilly I know that you sitting home crying My coupe is a fucking goliath I hang in the web like a spider We snatched yo chain, bro don't know where his ice is Why you steady bugging? Hoe remind me of a insect You can't come inside you the club, nah you ain't getting in yet Uploading my lyrics, you would think I was a genius Pockets look like titans, other pocket bumping Teen X Me N My Dawg we don't need no introduction, Them boys sliding on every punch in, Smoking gas, might need robitussin, Yeah I felt a lil sum in my gut, my stomach, uh, All dis lean, shit gon f*ck my stomach up, But I'm still finna pour dis double cup, Bad bitch, wit a bad lil bubble butt, Walk inside the trap, wit dem bands, we gon f*ck it up White out tints Riding in the fishbowl geeked as shit White outfit Put a red circle in his chest he look like omni man yeah Been up for days an insomniac yeah Stick hit like a cyclone, you a hockey fan Whole shirt prolly red, look like the honey bear Dont remember Fabreez cause who fucking cares I almost went to sinclair, Wasnt fucking with the chairs My old bitch prolly put a hole in ya I call her clair Blowing smoke in the lair, blowing smoke in the air Cooking up wit the goat clearly we dont miss dont get caught in the hairs Keep it got it right beside me if I get inside a Jimmy gotta blast That bitch she love the way I treat her kitty kitty but this shit aint never gonna last Me N my BIG DAWG used to count calories now we just counting up all thiss cassssh MAYBE I FEEL LIKE TIMMY TIMMY TURNER WISHING FOR A BURNER TURN YOU INTO ASH BITCH Me N My Dawg we don't need no introduction, Them boys sliding on every punch in, Smoking gas, might need robitussin, Yeah I felt a lil sum in my gut, my stomach, uh, All dis lean, shit gon f*ck my stomach up, But I'm still finna pour dis double cup, Bad bitch, wit a bad lil bubble butt, Walk inside the trap, wit dem bands, we gon f*ck it up
Sanatçı: CEOwen
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