Lyrics I'm A Dog/I'm Sorry (Skit) - Big Tymers, Jazze Pha

I'm A Dog/I'm Sorry (Skit) - Big Tymers, Jazze Pha
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm A Dog/I'm Sorry (Skit), artist - Big Tymers. Album song Big Money Heavyweight, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English

I'm A Dog/I'm Sorry (Skit)

Follow me baby, come with me baby
Follow me baby, come with me baby, come with me baby, come with me baby
Hey, hey, hey, this is devastating daddy the dog, barking at these hoes out my
monte carlo
You can stay or you can follow… talk like a dog, walk like a dog, fit like a
Dog
And spit like a dog.
I’m a D-O-G, you know me
Coming through this mother f**ker in an 83'
Slant back with kits, spittin shit to your bitch
She’ll do anything for me cause I’m filthy rich
Hoe open your eyes, I’ll feed you popeyes
Then take you to the crib then I open ya thighs
Bitch say what you want, do what you feel
I’ll slam dunk a bitch like Shaquille O’Neil
No I don’t play ball but I’m a baller
Drop ya ass off then I’ll call ya
Arebadurchi bitch, step to the side
Got 20 more hoes trying to get in my ride
(?) then I’ll flee, go and get a tree
Shut the f**k up bitch and listen to me
Don’t worry what I’m doing, and who the f**k I’m screwing
My money run long like J. R Yewin
I’m a mack like roni, pretty like Tony, puff like daddy, and the bitches come
early
Give me head can you beat it give ya boy some action
Spin around and grab my dick like Michael Jackson
Nigga pimpin ain’t dead, you heared what I said
I got a high priced hoe, layin bitches she red
The chick want I, 'cause I’m superfly
The bitch don’t believe that I tell her a lie
I’m an interstate pimp, walk with a limp
Hoe better have my wine with my lobster and shrimp
Because I’m rich, chicks they notice me
Forever my lady ?, bitch I ain’t Jodeci
If f**king you is wrong, I don’t want to be right
Your mouthing feel good and your pussy is tight
But you gotta understand I could never be your man
Put ya ring back on bitch, you ain’t stan
You wanna know the real, I tell you how I feel
I don’t give a f**k about a bitch I’m trying to make a bill
I’m a dog bitch, I don’t care
F**k what you talking bout, life ain’t fair
Hoes don’t help, they just spend your wealth
Then they gone in the wind when you lone and help
Other things and your children, smelling like urine
Gone from home, like you been out tourin
Think who you with, bitch get off my dick
I ain’t giving up nuthing, I ain’t paying your rent
Bitch get on your hustle, let me see your muscle
Think you gettin money, then we gon' have to tussle
Scooby Do, but I don’t, Tiger Woods, but I won’t, treat you like a woman
Bitch bring me something, sucker punch ya ass and leave ya ribcage thumpin'
You a dog huh?
Keep Pimpin'
You a dog huh?
Keep Pimpin'
Oh you a dog huh?
Keep Pimpin', Keep Pimpin', Keep Pimpin'
Yeah, I wanna be your agent
I wanna be your cousin
I wanna be everything your man wasn’t
I wanna be your friend
I wanna know your ATM PIN
If I tell you to follow me
Come with me, in a swimming pool
Full of biting Pirahnnahs, dressed like you is Madonna
Come with me Baby, Come with me, Fly !, Fly !
And baby, if you do come with me, you can have all the spinach you can eat
All the Caffine you can possibly drink
Red bull is there for you, ice cubes, black and white TV, these things I offer
to you baby
If you just come with me
First of all, get off my lawn, before I pinch your mutha f**kin arm
I ain’t gon' fight you, I ain’t gon' bite you, I ain’t gon' kick you,
or punch you, but I
Will pinch the shit out of you
I apologize to all the women, all the ladies and that for making this song,
but there was
This one bitch that had me mad
With all that Beggin shit, she done took that Cash Money Millionaire shit too
far, its Baby
On TV talkin about
He got a hundred million dollar record deal and he got a Maybach and all that,
bitch I drive
Chevy’s, Old Chevy’s
Get the f**k off with that shit, there is some football players up the street,
there is some
Basketball players on the right side
Go beg to them mutha f**kers, I ain’t giving you shit, the stupidest shit my
dick ever did
Was f**k you, I love ladies
But I hate hoes, thats why you get notta, nathaniel, nartica, ZERO !

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