Just a Dawg - QUE.

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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