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Jonathan Morris
Jonathan Morris
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I can tell y'all bitch like I'mma call you
Brand new Bentley Mulsanne
Like I'ma Fall through
Like how I do things
Aye, yeah
Ride around that city sell that dogfood
See the bucket boy, I give him loose change
I see baby girl like I'mma call you
She don't fuck with you, she having mood swings
Can't let momma know I'm selling dogfood
B's up cause I'm bleeding, counting blue faces
Came in with my ****, we don't argue
Aye, she fuck with the gang like how we do things
Aye, I want all commas, trophies all summers
She fuck with the gang, hoe we all stunners
I want that Moussane, I'mma pull up on ya
Talking triple double, hoe we doing Numbers
With my brothers, bitch don't ask me hoe, I'll die for them
I came from nothing, want them blueys, they think I'm a crip
I see a stripper, I'll go T.I, and begin to tip
But I can't never trust these hoes, these hoes be trifling
Ride around the city, hoe, I'm working, we get busy Couple **** switched up on me, they had mood swings
Remember I was broke, man, fuck that shit, that shit is old
Yeah, I'mma walk up in the store and buy some new things
Ride around that city sell that dogfood
See the bucket boy, I give him loose change
I see baby girl like I'mma call you
She don't fuck with you, she having mood swings
Can't let momma know I'm selling dogfood
B's up cause I'm bleeding, counting blue faces
Came in with my ****, we don't argue
Aye, she fuck with the gang like how we do things
**** broke, ain't making no moves
You ain't real, you acting like Dude
I'm stacking up blues like Chase
I'm makin sure my **** straight
Put it on a plate, They gone eat it like steak
Throwing up E's, you ain't making me late
These hoes ain't wasting my time I be seeing through shit like blinds
Nah, these **** ain't learning they lesson
I'm riding around the city with pressure
He ain't came outside, we can't catch him
Say he never had none, say we gon' bless him
I just got the big Balenciagas off extras
Huh, know you **** be put up
Huh, big wood, know, that's a fill up
Knowin, you can act wrong, get lit up Yeah
If you ain't good, can't make that play
Swerve, I'ma meet him on State, Uh, jug, I'ma meet him on May
I'm still where it ain't Safe
If the bitch bad, I'ma put it on her face
Pull up in the Mazi, I'ma pull up with the rakes, yeah
Know these **** ain't seenin Us
**** make mess, go clean Up
Ride around that city sell that dogfood
See the bucket boy, I give him loose change
I see baby girl like I'mma call you
She don't fuck with you, she having mood swings
Can't let momma know I'm selling dogfood
B's up cause I'm bleeding, counting blue faces
Came in with my ****, we don't argue
Aye, she fuck with the gang like how we do things
She Like how do things
Pull up in a brand new Bentley Mulsanne
We don't Argue, She know I'm selling Dog Food
Written by: Jonathan Morris
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