Lyrics

Cause who else gon get that bag for me?
It's a lot of bitches out here gettin that bag for me
(I'm from out the Gutta, middle finger zone 6)
Aye, aye
Come here shorty, this is Doggyworld
She grew up in the trenches, she a beautiful thugger girl
Shorty versatile, she stuck between her locs or keep her curls
She play her part, I still be shocked, she like "I told you I was thorough"
I know I must be special the way you like to go against your girls
Gotta keep my New York State of mind, so if you gon ride girl just make sure of it
Cause I watched people change, and try to act like I ain't notice it
So if you ain't gon slide, girl I'll park up & let you go & shit
But once that door get closed, that shit get locked & you can't open it
With all respect, you still inside the picture I'm just focusing on me
Cause who else gon get that bag for me?
It's a lot of bitches out here gettin that bag for me
She like "I'm so glad you ain't shit like the last dummy"
I just laughed & told her "Girl that's cause I ain't shit"
Come hang wit me, I'll show you something like the Matrix
Nothing but green numbers
Glock on me will fix his face, if he keep mean muggin
Like what the fuck yo problem
Better yet, how am I gon solve it?
If I got speculation you wit the opps, just know you fucking lost me
But I'm gon play it cool cause all that crazy shit is too exhausting
Got me talking to you like you my bitch, something I could put my heart in
If I gave you the dick the would explain why these girls act re-
Sometimes shit be off just like a car, that perc gon get me started
If I had half a mind, I think that this shit could really go the farthest
So may the best man win, whether it's me or if it's Ben
All blue hunnits on me, I really got dead friends
Written by: Jared Lee, Rahshon Jerold Bright Jr, Stephen Nixon
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