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Saucy Santana
Saucy Santana
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Rashad Spain
Rashad Spain
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Baby Breeze
Baby Breeze
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Zach on the Track
Zach on the Track
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(Baby Breeze) Hello? (Hello?) Boy, what you want? Man, I'm tryna come through, man Uh-uh, I'm at the studio, what's up? Man, I'm tryna get that pussy, man Boy, I'ma call you when I leave here Have my motherfuckin' money (man) And tell yo' tired ass baby mama stop callin' my motherfuckin' phone (man, you trippin') Yeah aight, dog-ass nigga If his baby mama aggravating Walk 'em like a dog, walk 'em like a dog, sis, walk 'em like a dog Broke boy been tryna regulate it Walk 'em like a dog, walk 'em like a dog, sis, walk 'em like a dog Momma naggin', pockets saggin Baby, walk 'em like a dog, walk 'em like a dog, sis, walk 'em like a dog Fucking dirty hoes, foot draggers Walk 'em like a dog, walk 'em like a dog, sis, walk 'em like a dog Who finna shut up? (Who) Bitch, I talk back (Yeah) Who gas that up? (You) Bitch, I clap back (duh) Foreign hair only, sis, the hair came out the pack Pussy worth a whole meal, not no two-piece snack Nigga fell off, now his pockets off track Poor hustler lookin' sad, can't get your trap back Mad hoes link up, petty bitches so wack Good coochie, I be wanna snatch my own cat back Don't be telling people, "We fuck", that's cap Never heard bars like these, that's tea, I rap Go off in the booth, that's me, I snap Tell tired baby mama, "Pipe down", 'fore she get slapped Broke-ass niggas better beat they feet Rich bitch gang, my whole team gon' eat Nope, you can't have, better beat yo' meat Runnin' circles 'round niggas, better grab yo' cleats If his baby mama aggravating Walk 'em like a dog, walk 'em like a dog, sis, walk 'em like a dog Broke boy been tryna regulate it Walk 'em like a dog, walk 'em like a dog, sis, walk 'em like a dog Momma naggin', pockets saggin Baby, walk 'em like a dog, walk 'em like a dog, sis, walk 'em like a dog Fucking dirty hoes, foot draggers Walk 'em like a dog, walk 'em like a dog, sis, walk 'em like a dog Do it, baby, stick it, baby The niggas out, ain't come to be no lady Percolatin' got baby daddy going crazy I stay flossin', got theses bitches acting shady Hocus pocus, doing tricks on the dick Sabrina pussy, castin' spells on the shit Rob a bank, hit a lick for a bitch Cut the check, buy me that, buy me this For all my ladies, if you're tired of his mess Losing weight, falling off, feeling stress Slide wit' a rich nigga, now you blessed Stuntin' on ya old nigga, now he pressed And that bitch that took him from you, now she in distress Keep yo' cat where it's at, make him run you a check Dizzy Dora hoes, I done laid y'all to rest Game over, this is checkers, baby, you was playing chess Walk 'em like a dog, walk 'em like a dog, sis, walk 'em like a dog Walk 'em like a dog, walk 'em like a dog, sis, walk 'em like a dog Momma naggin' pockets saggin' Baby, walk 'em like a dog, walk 'em like a dog, sis, walk 'em like a dog Fucking dirty hoes, foot draggers Walk 'em like a dog, walk 'em like a dog, sis, walk 'em like a dog Walk (walk), walk, walk, walk Walk (walk), walk that nigga (walk that nigga) Walk (walk), walk, walk, walk Walk (walk), walk that nigga (walk that nigga)
Writer(s): Alshakur Planter, Rashad Jamiyl Spain, Stephen Jenkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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