Big Dog

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Woah-woah, woah (Ayy) [Verse 1] All-white toes, real long cornrows Emilio bikini, she don't wear cheap clothes I'ma pull up in a all-white Rolls Can you unlock the door of your room, yeah-yeah? Can I eat it on the stove? Baby, you a freak, why you keep eatin' on my clothes Balenciaga cheap, you know I'm buyin' out the store Just bought her some diamonds, finna buy her ass some more (Ooh-woah, ooh-woah), oh You ain't know I was a big dog (Big dog) Fuck her on the floor, I got your bitch callin' (Yeah, yeah) I made twenty off a show, bae, I'm big ballin' (Yеah) And I ain't even sayin', that's my drip talkin' (Drip) She bе runnin' from that dick like she Crip walkin' (Runnin' from that dick) She be sayin, "Boy, bool", like she a Blood or something (Oh, ooh-woah) She love to talk her shit like the plug or something (Yeah, yeah) Bae, let's go to CVS, gon' get some mud or something [Chorus] Fuckin' you like we in love or something (Fuckin' you like) Put this Rollie on until you get your other one (Get your other one) I be fiendin' for that pussy like it's drug or something (Oh, ooh-woah) She with all the shit, my lil' thug or something (Yeah, yeah) Baby, let me get your chilli right (Let me get your chilli right) I ain't no sucka, I ain't know how you like the silly type And I know your last nigga, he ain't it hit right (No) She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right, yeah (Yeah) [Post-Chorus] She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right, yeah, yeah, yeah She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right, yeah, yeah She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right [Verse 2] All-white toes, real long cornrows Balenciaga hoodie, she don't wear cheap clothes I must be pulling up in the all-white Rolls Baby, take off your clothes (Take off your clothes) I'm that nigga and she know Every time she pull up, I be puttin' on a show Balenciaga cheap, you know I'm buyin' out the store Fuck you like I'm fresh out and I'm goin' back on the road, oh You ain't know I was big dog Double R in the driveway, no Rick Ross I be trickin', I ain't trippin' what that shit cost Ooh, she love Balenciaga, she a big boss And she a bad bitch (Yeah), with your ass did She do lashes, she go to shcool, take classes If she a hoochie, you know she get ratchet Baby, let me get you right, let's hit Saks Fifth [Chorus] Fuckin' you like we in love or something (In love) Put this Rollie on until you get your other one (Yeah, yeah) I be fiendin' for that pussy like it's drug or something (Oh, ooh-woah) She with all the shit, my lil' thug or something (Yeah, yeah) Baby, let me get your chilli right (Let me get your chilli right) I ain't no sucka, I ain't know how you like the silly type And I know your last nigga, he ain't it hit right (No, no) She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right, yeah (Yeah) [Post-Chorus] She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right, yeah, yeah, yeah She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right, yeah, yeah Woah, woah, oh-oh, oh-oh Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Ooh-woah, woah-woah, oh, oh