DOGSHITFRESH

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Damedot - Rap, Detroit Rap

DOGSHITFRESH

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[Intro] Real gutter shit, bitch [Chorus] I'm sippin' on some H1, this ain't no red rum (I got some red) Tell me, bitch, is you gon' hold me down if the feds come? (Mwah) I'ma run, run up a check 'til my legs numb Oh, I thought one of you lil' cheap niggas said somethin' (Huh?) I don't need no nigga, I can thug by myself (By myself) Blow a dub on myself and don't give the bitch shit (Shit) I ain't trippin' on shit, my lil' niggas hittin' shit (Drrt) Disrespect, you gettin' stripped, spent a ten on my 'fit [Verse] Bitch, I'm dog shit fresh, if you see me, take a pic (If you see me, take a pic) I just left out the gambling house, I had to take a piss I done put it back together 'cause I had to take a split (Rrr) Rained on her at the titty bar, she had to take some dick I'm a ten toes down, solid nigga My bitch lookin' like Beyoncé, so they sayin' I'm Jigga (Mwah) She gave my dick a five-star rating, hit her off a jigga (Five stars) Hope you ain't thinkin' I was lackin', hit her with the pistol (Baow) Ridin' in the night, feelin' right from what's in the Sprite (Wockhardt) The bitch I'm with alright, but she ain't heat enough to spend the night I don't give a fuck how cute you is, I can't hit it twice Her nigga found out I hit his bitch, but he gon' be alright (Haha) Got that one vision on the AR, I can see at night (I can see) Bitch told me on my dick is where she wanna be tonight (Come on) I don't know why she hit the mall with me, she ain't gettin' nothin' (Nothin') We ain't goin' fifty-fifty shit, we ain't splittin' nothin' (Uh-uh) All I hear on the internet is niggas gettin' money But what I see all in the streets, niggas gettin' fronted (Gettin' fronted) I'm tired of all these rappin'-ass niggas talkin' 'bout a hundred Bitch, I don't believe none of you niggas, y'all gon' have to show me [Interlude] Okay, okay, okay, that's how you comin' for the summer, gang? Okay, alright, alright, but you see me, though, nigga Fuck your summer, boy [Chorus] I'm sippin' on some H1, this ain't no red rum (I got some red) Tell me, bitch, is you gon' hold me down if the feds come? (Mwah) I'ma run, run up a check 'til my legs numb Oh, I thought one of you lil' cheap niggas said somethin' (Huh?) I don't need no nigga, I can thug by myself (By myself) Blow a dub on myself and don't give the bitch shit (Shit) I ain't trippin' on shit, my lil' niggas hittin' shit (Drrt) Disrespect, you gettin' stripped, spent a ten on my 'fit

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