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Correct Dog Food Lyrics
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Correct Dog Food
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I stroll up the block, I go where I wanna I look like a baller, I talk like a owner Shoot for the stars, shoot up the corner Black Bel Air bottle, bust 'em like a Corona Nigga mean with the rock, blow trout in the lot Heidi Klum and my neighbors, sippin' ciroc with Barack Blonde bitch is the bomb, she know I'm a threat A nigga rich as Saddam, just build a house in Tibet It's that dog food nigga, know I'm killin' the bitch It's that Al Post talk, you getting kibbles and bits They talkin' fed time now, they send us in quick You in your bed tied down, you on some menacing shit Timberland boots, black trench coat Kept on all of my chains, cuz this game cutthroat Niggas wanna be weasels, till they put in the yoke Snatch you at Joey Veezzle, walk through the city of dope Got a few watches, I keep some shit up my sleeve Got your bitch in the Lamborghini, she barley could breathe I don't know her name, I call her passenger seat All I want is her brain, so fuck her masters degree I ball like I'm Maly, ball like I'm Wade, ball like I'm 'Bron I like the lobster filet My exception is hoes, stone crabs outta Joes I can make one wish, murder all of my foes Shades cost 10, my car half a mil They say I'm the man, shawty-lo know it real We keep the cash in the back, keep them guns in the front You know just where we at, so you can come when you want I fill my cut to the top, whether purple or not My bitch look like Toni Braxton, from you makin' me hot Throw the white in the pot, my future look bright Did my wrongs in the dark, long as that paper look right It's that dog food nigga, it's that Al Poe top I can jump off a jet, and go jump straight in the wok If it's beef, it's beef, they can't sleep on me My dogs dressed like ninjas, [?] the rice on me Life is a gamble, I'm so mean with the dice Head crack with the left, I'm hitting trips with right I'm in this bitch I'm on fire, bitch I'm on fire I'm in this bitch I'm on fire, bitch I'm on fire It's the dog food, let my dogs eat No, she a dog, bitch, I let my dog beat I'm in my dogs Bens, been had it all week I'm sippin' Bel AIr, I'm tryna drown me So fuck the rap game, they tried to down me I'm still strapped mayne, it's Dade county If you a fuck boy, stay the fuck from 'round me If you a fuck boy, stay the fuck from 'round me Stones in my pocket, stone washed jeans Label the Mastermind my, elaborate schemes They say I'm a eclectic, because I gotta prefect it Take 200 racks just the "huh" on your record It's the dog food, I let my dogs eat I got 50Ms, I'm talkin' straight cheese 50Ms, I'm talkin' straight cheese
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