Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just a Dawg, artist - QUE.. Album song Class Clown - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Just a Dawg |
Kid Classic |
Que |
Dawg going on |
Ayy, us niggas from the north, we like to rob and shit (Fuck shit up) |
Splittin' lick, 'till my whole squad was rich (Woah) |
Never fuckin' with these flawed ass crews and cliques |
Keep the tool incase I gotta unscrew your shit |
Cut these niggas and these hoes on some shit |
They talk behind your back but in your face be on your dick |
That’s why I stay close with my dawgs |
These white collar crime ass niggas be frauds |
I’m quick to all my niggas and ball on a bitch |
I’m driving fast, bending corner, s sipping slow on my whip |
I keep my hoes segregated, on my Jim Crow shit |
And my patience is short but I keep a extended clip |
You ain’t fighting, you ain’t hard, nigga |
You be lieing, you be fucking different broads, nigga |
You ain’t rich, you don’t ball, nigga |
You ain’t tryna take a bitch to the mall, nigga |
You ain’t shit, you a dawg, nigga |
You ain’t shit but a dawg, nigga |
You ain’t shit, you a dawg, nigga |
You ain’t shit, you just a dawg, nigga |
I got a bitch named Lula, she a real dick chewer |
Got a neck just like a rooster, seen her deepthroat like |
And Lula keep her head by my waist like Medusa |
Let her blow me like a hooker, then I call her ass a Uber |
Bet she ain’t like the when I fuck her breasts |
Love playing catch when I shoot it on a cheque |
Got her in a sucky-sucky even though, she got a hubby, she ain’t really |
luvy-duby |
And that’s why I chose her |
Que killing bitches like he |
and I be in a bitch stomach like a (Keep going) |
Red got a top like what’s in the block |
Told you more than once, that I’ma die when they shoot to kill |
You ain’t fighting, you ain’t hard, nigga |
You be lieing, you be fucking different broads, nigga |
You ain’t rich, you don’t ball, nigga |
You ain’t tryna take a bitch to the mall, nigga |
You ain’t shit, you a dawg, nigga |
You ain’t shit but a dawg, nigga |
You ain’t shit, you a dawg, nigga |
You ain’t shit, you just a dawg, nigga |
I could give a fuck about your Benz or your couple of friends, you just up of |
A trick nigga that ain’t my cup of tea |
On my best day, nigga, you couldn’t fuck with me |
I’ma pimp, true, but you can still get punched to sleep |
You could never be a better dawg than me |
I fuck your baby mama mouth until her jaws squeak |
Then tell her don’t let the door hit you with the good 's picture |
Keep a bitch’s coochie wet like the Chattahoochee river |
Do it like Future in my white Gucci slippers |
You take the bitch to, I take the bitch to |
On first string, shootin' three, I’m in the league |
I taker her money from her, you take her to Tiffany’s, nigga (Que) |
You ain’t fighting, you ain’t hard, nigga |
You be lieing, you be fucking different broads, nigga |
You ain’t rich, you don’t ball, nigga |
You ain’t tryna take a bitch to the mall, nigga |
You ain’t shit, you a dawg, nigga |
You ain’t shit but a dawg, nigga |
You ain’t shit, you a dawg, nigga |
You ain’t shit, you just a dawg, nigga |