Dawgy Freestyle

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Izaya Tiji - Rap, USA

Dawgy Freestyle

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[Verse] Bullets hit him in his vein, can't go home, oh Only trust my day ones, nigga I'm so cold I'm gon' call my dawg, yeah-yeah go 'head get that bone Fuck her and then leave my ass alone You know that my niggas pop bars, and they watchdogs I'm gon' get pissed then shoot at the cop cars Drac' sing like na-na-na-na-na when it hit the opps She love me, love my knot, I'm like nah-nah-nah She want d, she a thot, want my banana Bitch turn on that fan, I'm too hot-hot-hot (Buh, buh, buh) I got killer friends, they some ride-or-dies (Buh, buh, buh) I got killer bands, I'm like haha Leave lil' nigga dead and we won't stop, (We won't stop) Goin' two hunnid in a CLS, and I'm with my rockstar, (Ha) Okay she call me Papa, I'm like bye-bye, (Ha) Yeah, yeah, gusto, gusto, beat it like Popeye Yeah, yeah, pronto, pronto, we in that ah-ah, (Yea, yea, yea) I'm with my brother, leave yo' ass flocked now, he got that Glock 9 (Okay) Hop in that Jag' now, then go ahead and hop in that jet now (Okay, yea, yea) Corvette, Corvette, no I'm not with them rappers (Yea) Dread head, dread head, Perc' in me when my back hurts She ain't got no ass, I'ma spend a bag on her (Yea, yea, yea) What would you do with a milli'? You know I ain't got to wonder I had to crack on the seal of that trissy you know that I kicked her

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  • Izaya Tiji