| Why you lookin' like that?
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| Stop lookin' like that
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| Stop lookin' at my dog, lookin' at my dog
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| That’ll get you fucked up
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| Why you lookin' like that?
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| That’ll get you fucked up, stop lookin' at my dog
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| Why you lookin' like that?
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| Stop lookin' like that
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| Stop lookin' at my dog, lookin' at my dog
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| That’ll get yo ass shot
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| Why you lookin like that?
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| That’ll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
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| Yeah! |
| This ya boy Yo Gotti!
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| Why you lookin' at me? |
| Hear a nigga
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| I ain’t ya bitch
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| You don’t want a street nigga that have to get wit this shit
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| Cuz I ain’t gon' quit
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| Til 'em choppa bullet flippin
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| They spleens, layin' all lower then yo chest or ya chin
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| Man I’m in it to win
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| I give a fuck bout a friend
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| I care more bout the dough, and even more bout the Benz
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| Niggas look at my chain, then they clutchin' they burners
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| They think they got us, we ??? |
| finna get ugly this summer
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| Yeah I roll with a stunna, I got a lot on the line
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| But still its kill or be killed before a nigga take mine
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| I give a pass to niggas, when they look at my bitch
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| Just they admire her walk, or just impress that she thick
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| I’m reppin' Southside North Memphis nigga, nigga Yo Gotti!
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| Bricks in the dashboard Benz big body
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| Royce 5'9″ and them hustles out of Detroit
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| Get it how we get it cuz they importin' Ex boy
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| Why you so hard nigga? |
| Pause
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| I done tried so many times
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| To get my violent temper to comply with my mature side
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| But the other side is where the 45 is, hidin'
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| And I’m fa' sho childish, hi, I’m countin'
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| 1, 2, seeking you niggas with the peace, with the peek-a-boo trigger
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| When I come, through, with the honorable spirit
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| Eyes lighting up with shine like the «Chronicles of Riddick»
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| Nigga forget it
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| Nine times outta ten, times' on my side
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| If your nines in the car, cuz mines on my side
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| Why you lookin' like dat?
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| Nigga ain’t no hoes here
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| I’m about to ask the waitress what she put in yo' beer
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| We can get it on, we can do whatever boy (whatever boy)
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| Don’t you ever push your pedal, pump your brake
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| Better untwist your face
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| Spoken word, mixed with school, mixed with crunk
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| This should hit you, get you pump, if it get you drunk
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| It can get you jump!
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| Bitches trip, niggas quick
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| To pull out they chains on sight
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| Niggas flip, soon as they announce my name on the mic
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| So I, gotta kinda watch them niggas
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| You know them niggas roll up beside you
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| You don’t know if they like your car, they don’t like you
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| By the way they lookin', you can’t tell if they grimmin' you or admiring you
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| Whether envy you when they see your tires spinnin'
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| So you greet 'em as polite-
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| Ly as possible, that nine sit on yo lap, be disrespectful then you leave 'em at
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| the light
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| Hit that window and squeeze that toaster
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| Pull off fast and I promise
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| That I just put his Regal in 3-wheel motion without havin' hydraulics
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| I call it like I see it
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| Walk it like I did it
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| Nigga coughin' up yo kidney
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| Cough, talkin' bout the kid
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| My people, I came expectin' the same kinda respect that you want
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| Some of you steppin' in something by coming and testing it once
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| They won’t let you do nothin' unless you cutting a check
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| Let me ask you a couple a questions, nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Looking at My Dog , by - Royce 5'9. Song from the album Independent's Day, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп