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dog out the pound - carlysdead lyrics

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i fill him with bullets i make him look tubby
dirty my sprite im gon’ make it more muddy
don’t match with me n-gg- i ain’t yo’ buddy
i got me a new pack i feel like i’m kid cudi

b-tch i got shoot like a muh’ f-cken piston
b-tch im gon’ shoot with the pistol ok
i got yo’ b-tch why she given me brain?
dog out the pound b-tch i cannot be tamed

you cannot save me im going insane
lookin like django im sn-tchin’ yo’ chain
boi need to catch up versace my frames
b-tch im gon’ shoot with the heat no dewade

talk to that boi what the f-ck is he lookin’ at
i shoot that boi what the f-ck is you lookin’ at
dat boi he scared no he ain’t gon’ be lookin’ back
look at this chopper i got it from pakistan

this 9 millimeter gon’ eat out yo’ face
i got me yo’ b-tch she be given me face
gave her my d-ck i asked that b-tch how do it taste
good

i bring the launcher but why did they run
the 21 rounds gonna make him look dumb
these vvs diamonds i put on my gun
gonna make a boi drop with the 100 round drum

i don’t understand why they claim but runnin’
the way that i shoot make him think that im drumound
i stay in my bag b-tch you know that i got it
i can’t even walk got a stash in my pocket

b-tch i just got here ain’t no sign of me stoppin’
maison margiela is the sh-t i be rockin’
they know that im up cause they know that im poppin’
these rappers want features but can’t even spit

these rappers want features but can’t even spit
i can’t f-ck wit’ rappers they making me sick
i went to his house with the glock with the 30 round clip

i got me a bad b-tch yeah she from barbados
she wants to come over i’m bored cus she late tho’
hole in the boi make him look like a bagel
this sh-t is easy i don’t need a label

this sh-t is easy i don’t need help
im smoking on good from the top of the shelf
shoot at that boi yes i watched that boi fell
rocket my pocket you can’t even tell

i got a white bih’ she doing cocaine
cocaine my b-tch i got cocaine my veins
fiends for the clout b-tch i can’t entertain
when i blow up they’ll remember my name

moving the weight like i’m tony montana
i got some thotties that’s stay in atlanta
white b-tch she lookin’ like hannah montana
b-tch i’m a rock star no carly santana

- carlysdead lyrics

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