| I wasn’t born to win the lotto, so I’m back up in the brothel
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| With a bottle of them Oxys and a baby with a body
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| That’ll pay me when she empty but she tempt me when she horny
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| Cuz she said that I’m a doggie, Ima keep it 60−40
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| Haha, is but who isn’t, when your dick is made of lizard
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| And your flows are
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| And it can’t cool without him, is it
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| Niggas ain’t shit but bitches ain’t shit neither
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| That’s why I don’t let no mami duck on hardly how I treat 'em
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| Global fulfilling homo cuz my mojo screamin' 'Yolo'
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| In the Lobo with the mansions and the maxins with the munchies
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| And a dose on every motherfucker lookin' at me funny
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| They waitin' for this dickin', niggas waiting for permission
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| To drop on where they drippin', the bottom of the kitchen
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| Fryin' for they chicken that they chain up while they twitchin'
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| Life’s a bitch but I ain’t bitchin'
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| Just tell her switch positions like
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| Hold, hold up, I’m about to boss
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| Crack up in this and disappear up in this magic dot
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| Back to the lancy where the Xannies and the candies
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| Every blunt is laced it’s like
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| If we ain’t on the corner then we up in cousin Danny’s
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| With a slim, tryna pull it like a hammy
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| It’s P-H-I-L-A Dot, all night all day it don’t stop
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| Rock ya body, rock, rock ya body rock
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| Rock ya body, rock, rock ya body rock
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| Pick 'em up
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| Chop 'em down
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| Everybody score when we touch down
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| Everybody scorin' because everybody borin'
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| My flow must be from Jupiter because everybody martians
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| I will unload the drum and then have everybody marchin'
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| I might pull a drum into black kids in my apartment
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| They a harmony and holly, oh but they might catch a body
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| Getting women from the D, stretch her out like it’s Pilates
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| I got two full clips, none of this karate
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| I’m gonna ch-ch-chop you on the hood, Mr Miyake
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| I’m in Northfield, prolly, I’m in LA I’m in China
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| Russian women give me no discussion about vagina
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| We just fuckin' she just suckin'
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| I’m just bustin' on her hiney
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| Big ass big bits why the hell they call her tiny
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| In the hotel lobby with a whole brick, whole scale
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| Oz for whole scale, don’t tell Mick Multi
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| If you tell him Ima off you
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| No time for jail time, no time for law suits
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| That boy been on point, harpooned
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| And we all thuggin', so we all moved |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dot , by - Greg Porn. Song from the album Month of Madness, Vol. 11, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп