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Healy - Dem My Dogs (Audio) ft. Trapo
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Healy
Healy
Performer
Trapo
Trapo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Healy
Healy
Composer
Grant Yarber
Grant Yarber
Composer
Cleveland Wilson
Cleveland Wilson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Healy
Healy
Recording Engineer
Grant Yarber
Grant Yarber
Producer
Cleveland Wilson
Cleveland Wilson
Producer
Nick García
Nick García
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Skywalk like Michael I ain't gotta use the force wit' it Put the sidewalk on vinyl Ran the track like Forest did Yeah, these meddlin' kids and their dogs Peddlin' piff through the smog Fixed gear, sixth sense, times ten One buck, come up, vibrant Chin up, smilin', them my dogs Yeah, them my dogs Yeah, them my dogs (them my dogs) Yeah, them my dogs Yeah, them my dogs Yeah, them my dogs Yeah, I tag along With vagabonds, wearing braids like Padawan My life in the hands of God My palm pilot, mind like calm riot Want a growth spurt? Don't stunt, don't shed hemoglobin Friends in juve live slow motion Rather get a ten piece, hit the ocean Man, keep it cool, dog Ain't got no rules, dog (ooh-ah-oh-oh) Momma gonna shoot y'all You still in school dog (ooh-ah-oh-oh) Molly kill molecules Don't mind your crew dog Hollywood holla back Ay, hallelujah (ooh-ah-oh-oh) Seven days no work make ya' weak (make ya weak) Meditate, feel the earth at my feet (at my feet) Hand me downs got me feeling pristine (mhm) Why you payin' arm and leg for Supreme? And the police killin' dreams Why they gotta pull they weapons? I'ma see my friends soon 'cause all dogs go to heaven (look at God) Skywalk like Micheal I ain't gotta use the force wit' it Put the sidewalk on vinyl Ran the track like Forest did Yeah, these meddlin' kids and their dogs Peddling piff through the smog Fixed gear, sixth sense, times ten One buck, come up, vibrant Chin up, smilin', them my dogs Yeah, them my dogs Yeah, them my dogs (them my dogs) Yeah, them my dogs Yeah, them my dogs Yeah, them my dogs Skywalk like Micheal (right?) Do your guy walk, like I do? (no!) Lady on the sidewalk, wit' the bible Wonder what she on (wonder what she on) Wonder if she smoke dope I've been a mess these days, think I need fixing lately Enter the picture, I jus' been high with my niggas (right?) Both of us pray I just blaze afterwards And that don't make us different I see you playing the victim (right?) I know your God don't make time When your faith has been blind for a minute (right?) I just need something to fix it I like my dope with some kisses I like my soap eucalyptus I like my soul like the dishes I like it cold, single digits Breathe and I see my existence Buckin', jookin' stuck in loop I am Truman, I'ma nuisance Uma, I'm in ruins now (right?) Shoe in like Puma, I'm feeling like Gru (right?) 'Cause I found that expanding my crew would improve All my feelings, they hold me down And I got bros, you should know we the GOAT Definition of friendship I like my dope with some kisses Tell me if this shit is workin', I'm tryin' to- Skywalk like Michael (right, right?) I ain't gotta use the force wit' it Put the sidewalk on vinyl Ran the track like Forest did (right?) Yeah, these meddlin' kids and their dogs Peddling piff through the smog Fixed gear, sixth sense, times ten One buck, come up, vibrant Chin up, smilin', them my dogs Yeah, them my dogs Yeah, them my dogs (them my dogs) Yeah, them my dogs Yeah, them my dogs Yeah, them my dogs Them my dogs, them my dogs Them my dogs, them my dogs Them my dogs, them my dogs
Writer(s): Ethan Patrick Healy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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