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Dog Action (feat. Rio Da Yung OG)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Icewear Vezzo
Icewear Vezzo
Vocals
Dj Ill Will
Dj Ill Will
Performer
Rio Da Yung OG
Rio Da Yung OG
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chivez Smith
Chivez Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jose The Plug
Jose The Plug
Producer

歌詞

Jose the Plug Woo, this that dog action Four spots on one street, bitch, they all slappin' Got some glass Hi-Tech, I want all caskets Shoot a nigga then check him, bitch, I ball backwards Just bought another 'Dweller bone, yeah, that's sixty thousand This big chop around my neck, this bitch splittin' houses If it's up with my gang, ain't no gettin' out it Yeah, I'll leave somethin' like I'm irresponsible Niggas goin' back to court, cut they time faster Ask Cudi what he do for work and he said rob rappers Seen them RIP shirts, I was crying laughin' And fuck your homie that got whacked, He should've died faster (Iced Up Records, ugh) Bitch, I get high as NASA Since I jumped off the porch, I been buying ladders Cash a nigga whole load, you should've bought it faster Brand new 911 Porsche Turbo, this bitch automatic I'm just talkin' 'bout my life, I be hardly rappin' Want the money and your ice, that ain't all we asking Nigga ever see me starving, I was only fasting Got a whole brick of white on wrap like a tall T tag-ins Huh, this a party package Soon as that Perkio kick in, I'ma start relaxing And I ain't never finish school, I was always absent I'm so used to doing turn-arounds, I be walking backwards, ugh Bitch, I'm drinking raw Acky Plain Rollie on my arm, it came from dog packing You got a 'Master on your wrist, you say your arm dancing Nigga, that's your brother Yacht, so I'ma call him captain Fuck some coffee cups, we drink Hi-Tech out of tall glasses Shoot a nigga in his forehead, make him fall backwards I do more than hit the work, bitch, I bodyslam it If you hear a nigga caught me slippin', Glocky probably jammed up Ayy, I just thought of something Am I a trick? 'Cause I just fucked this bitch and bought her something Shout out to that nigga Peezy 'cause he taught me something He introduced me to that rizzy, then I saw a hundred Now my pockets swollen Nigga, that's a 36, that is not a trophy I just bought a 36 but it is not a Rollie Nephew picked me up in the Hellcat, I hope it's not a stoley This nigga bad as hell My nigga said he had some Wocky, I was glad as hell Told that nigga bring that bitch right now long as it got the seal Man, this nigga pulled up with some green, I was mad as hell This lame nigga want some Percs, I'm finna tax him twelve Sold his ass some diet pills, he was fat as hell Short a nigga thirty grams, and he had a scale I'm a rapper now, remember when I had a bag to sell My uncle got caught with some blow, now he sell crack in jail You can take a nigga out the hood, can't take the clientele I pulled up to the spot for nothing, I thought I had a sale Even though I rap, I'm still shiesty, I'll jack myself Boy, I got a hundred pages in this magazine I'll open this bitch up, I hope your ass can read Doing donuts in that 'Vette, I almost smacked a tree My ex asked me why I'm drinking Tech, I'm tryna catch some Z's
Writer(s): Anthony Leroy Martin, Damario Donshay Horne Mccullough Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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