Lyrics Doggin - Travis Porter

Doggin

You the type that kiss her on the lips and do that lame shit
I’m the type that fuck her, hop up, get back to my main bitch
Them niggas say they jankin, ok, my goons on the same shit
All they know is six words;
fuck it, bust his brains quick
Menace to Society, Yeah they on that Cane shit
R.E.S.P.E.C.T my muthafuckin name bitch
G.L.O.C.K with me and that’s just who I came with
Mothafuck security, we be blowin stanky
Tryna get some hoes to the house and start a train bitch
My car supped up your’s a Plain Jane shit
Hopped in da dully truck, now I’m a driving crazy
Passenger a 5'3″, ass is amazin'
Eyes kinda of Hazian cause both of us been blazin'
Told her put her face down, just so she can taste it
I came and then she spit it out, she said «On Speacial occasions»
What the hell you talkin' bout, you must not know my name bitch
They don’t Know, bow we be ballin (we be ballin)
Got a thick redbone, and she straight from New Orleans (Straight from New
Orleans)
Can’t turn off my phone cause the streets keep callin (Streets keep callin')
But we love them hoes, you know I be doggin
Doggin, doggin, doggin
I met a bad yellow bitch in New Orleans
She always call me baby, but no I’m not her baby
Then she ask me am I gonna call, I told her «maybe»
After I hit her she said «Quezy, oh you the greatest»
«The greatest?»
Another bad bitch in Miami-ami
Say she nominated for a Grammy, Grammy
Wanna do me and my whole family, family
Bend it over, bend it over, drop it when you dancing
I be ballin for no reason
All my girls be changing by the season
Fuckin' her any given Sunday, call me Willie Beamon
Say she really wanna suck my penis
Then swallow my semen
Then that bitch is leaving
Countin up the check is what we doing on the daily
Cannot show up to yo club unless, you niggas pay me, pay me
Janky ass promoters they Flu-gazy
Porter House the Army, better yet the Navy
They don’t Know, bow we be ballin (we be ballin)
Got a thick redbone, and she straight from New Orleans (Straight from New
Orleans)
Can’t turn off my phone cause the streets keep callin (Streets keep callin')
But we love them hoes, you know I be doggin
Doggin, doggin, doggin
Fine real cute (cute)
Say she from da oot (boot)
Came in with her girl (friend)
Think she in a group
Told em roll with me and Travy, I’ll supply da goose (I will) she say «You Short Dawg (uh)
My reply was «ruff» (ruff)
Young Money nigga getting bread, girl I’m too paid (Young Money)
When it comes to hoes I like em red, Like my Kool-Aid (that's right)
Fresh Pair of new J’s (fresh)
Stuntin with my black card
All I do is mack broads
Dogg 'em like the backyards (ahaha)
I’m talkin Michael Vick status
I hit da club find a niggah wife and kidnap it
The Streets keep me ballin, boy I might just quit rappin (I will)
This drank got me moving slow like I’m in traffic (tell em)
They don’t Know, bow we be ballin (we be ballin)
Got a thick redbone, and she straight from New Orleans (Straight from New
Orleans)
Can’t turn off my phone cause the streets keep callin (Streets keep callin')
But we love them hoes, you know I be doggin
Doggin, doggin, doggin
Now first of all I’m a dog and she
Know it need a thick bad bitch with
A ass dat can throw it
Got a lot’of money and she know
That I’m a blow it then I hit da strip
Club and ye dey
Know that I’m a tho n hold up (aye
Hoi up)
Aye where da keys to da truck in
Den
N den I whispered in her ear is you
Gone fuck me or wat n den she
Whispered in my ear
N said boy you a slut but she like
Dat nasty shit so she stayed in da
Truck
So Uh OK we can
Do dis shit again maybe you
Can brang yo girls maybe I can
Bring a friend you can
Bring the weed baby I’m a bring
Da gen cause tonight baby we
Partin again becauuu
They don’t Know, bow we be ballin (we be ballin)
Got a thick redbone, and she straight from New Orleans (Straight from New
Orleans)
Can’t turn off my phone cause the streets keep callin (Streets keep callin')
But we love them hoes, you know I be doggin
Doggin, doggin, doggin