A whole junkie, could be your damn plug
And you looking at him, like he know wassup
That just make yo ass, double the scrub
See I could keep it simple
Or smoke a blunt, with a bad bitch
From Costa Rica
Got some homies with addictions
I know people chasin goals
Man all I see is riches, but I see you chasin hoes
Man i knew yo ass would fold
Florida boy, bitch i need a hunnid karats of some gold man
All I do is execute, you aint got no plans
Shoot the rock or going to the hoop like NBA Jam
Me n the blunt, that's my profile pic
Big Za, while you puff like Spliffs
Yeah, that's how I pop shit
I don't got a team, just me and my dawgs, bitch
Ain't got no option, if I don't get rich
Man, I might just off it
Rob a youngin in broad day, change his name to Publix
You gotta come from where I come to understand this shit
But since the youth, I've been around drugs and poles
Ain't nothing strange about it
Mama told me, sonny shoot for gold
But I think I want diamonds
What up
In the booth, I'm in that f*ckin' mode
I'm off of that prescribin
Youngin' angel, think you need a chill
But I'm just getting started
Money makin, it ain't no big deal
She freakin' over garments
Told her, baby, if you suckin' good
I'll take you across the water
Finna tour the world with all the goons
I'm feelin' like a monster, boy
I'm in and out the cookie store
Feel like the cookie monster
Now I walk into the Gucci store
And yes, I'm still a baller, huh
Take one risk, it'll change your whole damn life
Talk of God, f*ckboy, yeah
You ain't livin' right, you ain't on shit
On the game, all damn night, like
Swervin' the Benz
Push straight to the red light
How you tote the Glock
With no holster, he a damn savage
You ain't smokin' Za
Boy, that shit motherf*ckin' cabbage
Jeans from Japan
Ain't nothin' bout a youngin' average
If the fee under a couple Bands
You can' f*ckin' have it
Yeah
That's how I pop shit
I don't got a team
Just me and my dawgs, bitch
Ain't got no options
If I don't get rich, man, I might just off it
That's how I pop shit
I don't got a team
Just me and my dawgs, bitch
Ain't got no options
If I don't get rich, man, I might just off it
Konnor - MY DAWGS (feat. 4ng3l) Lyrics
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A whole junkie, could be your damn plug
And you looking at him, like he know wassup
That just make yo ass, double the scrub
See I could keep it simple
Or smoke a blunt, with a bad bitch
From Costa Rica
Got some homies with addictions
I know people chasin goals
Man all I see is riches, but I see you chasin hoes
Man i knew yo ass would fold
Florida boy, bitch i need a hunnid karats of some gold man
All I do is execute, you aint got no plans
Shoot the rock or going to the hoop like NBA Jam
Me n the blunt, that's my profile pic
Big Za, while you puff like Spliffs
Yeah, that's how I pop shit
I don't got a team, just me and my dawgs, bitch
Ain't got no option, if I don't get rich
Man, I might just off it
Rob a youngin in broad day, change his name to Publix
You gotta come from where I come to understand this shit
But since the youth, I've been around drugs and poles
Ain't nothing strange about it
Mama told me, sonny shoot for gold
But I think I want diamonds
What up
In the booth, I'm in that f*ckin' mode
I'm off of that prescribin
Youngin' angel, think you need a chill
But I'm just getting started
Money makin, it ain't no big deal
She freakin' over garments
Told her, baby, if you suckin' good
I'll take you across the water
Finna tour the world with all the goons
I'm feelin' like a monster, boy
I'm in and out the cookie store
Feel like the cookie monster
Now I walk into the Gucci store
And yes, I'm still a baller, huh
Take one risk, it'll change your whole damn life
Talk of God, f*ckboy, yeah
You ain't livin' right, you ain't on shit
On the game, all damn night, like
Swervin' the Benz
Push straight to the red light
How you tote the Glock
With no holster, he a damn savage
You ain't smokin' Za
Boy, that shit motherf*ckin' cabbage
Jeans from Japan
Ain't nothin' bout a youngin' average
If the fee under a couple Bands
You can' f*ckin' have it
Yeah
That's how I pop shit
I don't got a team
Just me and my dawgs, bitch
Ain't got no options
If I don't get rich, man, I might just off it
That's how I pop shit
I don't got a team
Just me and my dawgs, bitch
Ain't got no options
If I don't get rich, man, I might just off it
And you looking at him, like he know wassup
That just make yo ass, double the scrub
See I could keep it simple
Or smoke a blunt, with a bad bitch
From Costa Rica
Got some homies with addictions
I know people chasin goals
Man all I see is riches, but I see you chasin hoes
Man i knew yo ass would fold
Florida boy, bitch i need a hunnid karats of some gold man
All I do is execute, you aint got no plans
Shoot the rock or going to the hoop like NBA Jam
Me n the blunt, that's my profile pic
Big Za, while you puff like Spliffs
Yeah, that's how I pop shit
I don't got a team, just me and my dawgs, bitch
Ain't got no option, if I don't get rich
Man, I might just off it
Rob a youngin in broad day, change his name to Publix
You gotta come from where I come to understand this shit
But since the youth, I've been around drugs and poles
Ain't nothing strange about it
Mama told me, sonny shoot for gold
But I think I want diamonds
What up
In the booth, I'm in that f*ckin' mode
I'm off of that prescribin
Youngin' angel, think you need a chill
But I'm just getting started
Money makin, it ain't no big deal
She freakin' over garments
Told her, baby, if you suckin' good
I'll take you across the water
Finna tour the world with all the goons
I'm feelin' like a monster, boy
I'm in and out the cookie store
Feel like the cookie monster
Now I walk into the Gucci store
And yes, I'm still a baller, huh
Take one risk, it'll change your whole damn life
Talk of God, f*ckboy, yeah
You ain't livin' right, you ain't on shit
On the game, all damn night, like
Swervin' the Benz
Push straight to the red light
How you tote the Glock
With no holster, he a damn savage
You ain't smokin' Za
Boy, that shit motherf*ckin' cabbage
Jeans from Japan
Ain't nothin' bout a youngin' average
If the fee under a couple Bands
You can' f*ckin' have it
Yeah
That's how I pop shit
I don't got a team
Just me and my dawgs, bitch
Ain't got no options
If I don't get rich, man, I might just off it
That's how I pop shit
I don't got a team
Just me and my dawgs, bitch
Ain't got no options
If I don't get rich, man, I might just off it
Writer: Konnor Lehoux
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