Me N My Dawg we don't need no introduction,
Them boys sliding on every punch in,
Smoking gas, might need robitussin,
Yeah I felt a lil sum in my gut, my stomach, uh,
All dis lean, shit gon f*ck my stomach up,
But I'm still finna pour dis double cup,
Bad bitch, wit a bad lil bubble butt,
Walk inside the trap, wit dem bands, we gon f*ck it up
Yeah me and Fabrizio
I got a chop with them cheat codes, don't need reload at all,
Seen a bad lil hoe, she get catcalled,
I been stacking my bands, had to withdrawal,
Keep the metal on me feel like Big Boss,
In the maybach, more music than Rick Ross,
Or at least I been running up steadily,
My pockets fat, yeah my racks grew up heavily
CEO snap every melody, every flow that he lay down
Every hoe wanna hangout
Yeah I invested dough for the layout
Shit gonna payout
Me and the bros in the SCHLACK! house
WWE Smackdown
He talking shit on my name he gon tap out
I'm in yo city the PJ just tapped down
Yeah
Where's the good eatery
I had yo hoe show me the scenery
She said that the best place to be is her crib
So she took my back home I grinned evilly
I know that you sitting home crying
My coupe is a f*cking goliath
I hang in the web like a spider
We snatched yo chain, bro don't know where his ice is
Why you steady bugging? Hoe remind me of a insect
You can't come inside you the club, nah you ain't getting in yet
Uploading my lyrics, you would think I was a genius
Pockets look like titans, other pocket bumping Teen X
Me N My Dawg we don't need no introduction,
Them boys sliding on every punch in,
Smoking gas, might need robitussin,
Yeah I felt a lil sum in my gut, my stomach, uh,
All dis lean, shit gon f*ck my stomach up,
But I'm still finna pour dis double cup,
Bad bitch, wit a bad lil bubble butt,
Walk inside the trap, wit dem bands, we gon f*ck it up
White out tints
Riding in the fishbowl geeked as shit
White outfit
Put a red circle in his chest he look like omni man yeah
Been up for days an insomniac yeah
Stick hit like a cyclone, you a hockey fan
Whole shirt prolly red, look like the honey bear
Dont remember Fabreez cause who f*cking cares
I almost went to sinclair,
Wasnt f*cking with the chairs
My old bitch prolly put a hole in ya I call her clair
Blowing smoke in the lair, blowing smoke in the air
Cooking up wit the goat clearly we dont miss dont get caught in the hairs
Keep it got it right beside me if I get inside a Jimmy gotta blast
That bitch she love the way I treat her kitty kitty but this shit aint never gonna last
Me N my BIG DAWG used to count calories now we just counting up all thiss cassssh
MAYBE I FEEL LIKE TIMMY TIMMY TURNER WISHING FOR A BURNER TURN YOU INTO ASH BITCH
Me N My Dawg we don't need no introduction,
Them boys sliding on every punch in,
Smoking gas, might need robitussin,
Yeah I felt a lil sum in my gut, my stomach, uh,
All dis lean, shit gon f*ck my stomach up,
But I'm still finna pour dis double cup,
Bad bitch, wit a bad lil bubble butt,
Walk inside the trap, wit dem bands, we gon f*ck it up
CEOwen - Me N My Dawg (feat. Amarieyo) Lyrics
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Me N My Dawg we don't need no introduction,
Them boys sliding on every punch in,
Smoking gas, might need robitussin,
Yeah I felt a lil sum in my gut, my stomach, uh,
All dis lean, shit gon f*ck my stomach up,
But I'm still finna pour dis double cup,
Bad bitch, wit a bad lil bubble butt,
Walk inside the trap, wit dem bands, we gon f*ck it up
Yeah me and Fabrizio
I got a chop with them cheat codes, don't need reload at all,
Seen a bad lil hoe, she get catcalled,
I been stacking my bands, had to withdrawal,
Keep the metal on me feel like Big Boss,
In the maybach, more music than Rick Ross,
Or at least I been running up steadily,
My pockets fat, yeah my racks grew up heavily
CEO snap every melody, every flow that he lay down
Every hoe wanna hangout
Yeah I invested dough for the layout
Shit gonna payout
Me and the bros in the SCHLACK! house
WWE Smackdown
He talking shit on my name he gon tap out
I'm in yo city the PJ just tapped down
Yeah
Where's the good eatery
I had yo hoe show me the scenery
She said that the best place to be is her crib
So she took my back home I grinned evilly
I know that you sitting home crying
My coupe is a f*cking goliath
I hang in the web like a spider
We snatched yo chain, bro don't know where his ice is
Why you steady bugging? Hoe remind me of a insect
You can't come inside you the club, nah you ain't getting in yet
Uploading my lyrics, you would think I was a genius
Pockets look like titans, other pocket bumping Teen X
Me N My Dawg we don't need no introduction,
Them boys sliding on every punch in,
Smoking gas, might need robitussin,
Yeah I felt a lil sum in my gut, my stomach, uh,
All dis lean, shit gon f*ck my stomach up,
But I'm still finna pour dis double cup,
Bad bitch, wit a bad lil bubble butt,
Walk inside the trap, wit dem bands, we gon f*ck it up
White out tints
Riding in the fishbowl geeked as shit
White outfit
Put a red circle in his chest he look like omni man yeah
Been up for days an insomniac yeah
Stick hit like a cyclone, you a hockey fan
Whole shirt prolly red, look like the honey bear
Dont remember Fabreez cause who f*cking cares
I almost went to sinclair,
Wasnt f*cking with the chairs
My old bitch prolly put a hole in ya I call her clair
Blowing smoke in the lair, blowing smoke in the air
Cooking up wit the goat clearly we dont miss dont get caught in the hairs
Keep it got it right beside me if I get inside a Jimmy gotta blast
That bitch she love the way I treat her kitty kitty but this shit aint never gonna last
Me N my BIG DAWG used to count calories now we just counting up all thiss cassssh
MAYBE I FEEL LIKE TIMMY TIMMY TURNER WISHING FOR A BURNER TURN YOU INTO ASH BITCH
Me N My Dawg we don't need no introduction,
Them boys sliding on every punch in,
Smoking gas, might need robitussin,
Yeah I felt a lil sum in my gut, my stomach, uh,
All dis lean, shit gon f*ck my stomach up,
But I'm still finna pour dis double cup,
Bad bitch, wit a bad lil bubble butt,
Walk inside the trap, wit dem bands, we gon f*ck it up
Them boys sliding on every punch in,
Smoking gas, might need robitussin,
Yeah I felt a lil sum in my gut, my stomach, uh,
All dis lean, shit gon f*ck my stomach up,
But I'm still finna pour dis double cup,
Bad bitch, wit a bad lil bubble butt,
Walk inside the trap, wit dem bands, we gon f*ck it up
Yeah me and Fabrizio
I got a chop with them cheat codes, don't need reload at all,
Seen a bad lil hoe, she get catcalled,
I been stacking my bands, had to withdrawal,
Keep the metal on me feel like Big Boss,
In the maybach, more music than Rick Ross,
Or at least I been running up steadily,
My pockets fat, yeah my racks grew up heavily
CEO snap every melody, every flow that he lay down
Every hoe wanna hangout
Yeah I invested dough for the layout
Shit gonna payout
Me and the bros in the SCHLACK! house
WWE Smackdown
He talking shit on my name he gon tap out
I'm in yo city the PJ just tapped down
Yeah
Where's the good eatery
I had yo hoe show me the scenery
She said that the best place to be is her crib
So she took my back home I grinned evilly
I know that you sitting home crying
My coupe is a f*cking goliath
I hang in the web like a spider
We snatched yo chain, bro don't know where his ice is
Why you steady bugging? Hoe remind me of a insect
You can't come inside you the club, nah you ain't getting in yet
Uploading my lyrics, you would think I was a genius
Pockets look like titans, other pocket bumping Teen X
Me N My Dawg we don't need no introduction,
Them boys sliding on every punch in,
Smoking gas, might need robitussin,
Yeah I felt a lil sum in my gut, my stomach, uh,
All dis lean, shit gon f*ck my stomach up,
But I'm still finna pour dis double cup,
Bad bitch, wit a bad lil bubble butt,
Walk inside the trap, wit dem bands, we gon f*ck it up
White out tints
Riding in the fishbowl geeked as shit
White outfit
Put a red circle in his chest he look like omni man yeah
Been up for days an insomniac yeah
Stick hit like a cyclone, you a hockey fan
Whole shirt prolly red, look like the honey bear
Dont remember Fabreez cause who f*cking cares
I almost went to sinclair,
Wasnt f*cking with the chairs
My old bitch prolly put a hole in ya I call her clair
Blowing smoke in the lair, blowing smoke in the air
Cooking up wit the goat clearly we dont miss dont get caught in the hairs
Keep it got it right beside me if I get inside a Jimmy gotta blast
That bitch she love the way I treat her kitty kitty but this shit aint never gonna last
Me N my BIG DAWG used to count calories now we just counting up all thiss cassssh
MAYBE I FEEL LIKE TIMMY TIMMY TURNER WISHING FOR A BURNER TURN YOU INTO ASH BITCH
Me N My Dawg we don't need no introduction,
Them boys sliding on every punch in,
Smoking gas, might need robitussin,
Yeah I felt a lil sum in my gut, my stomach, uh,
All dis lean, shit gon f*ck my stomach up,
But I'm still finna pour dis double cup,
Bad bitch, wit a bad lil bubble butt,
Walk inside the trap, wit dem bands, we gon f*ck it up
Writer: Amarieyo , CEOwen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid