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i'm a dog - juke 21k lyrics

(intro)
yeah, it’s juke, deuce ace, gang
yeah, yeah, aye

(hook)
b*tch i’m a dog just like look at my face
this all designer that’s hugging my waist
lil b*tch can’t find me i’m stuck on deuce ace
n*ggas behind me get shot in your face
lean like a car that was rolling on flats
got to stop a store just to get me a black
got to check my lil hoe know she chasing that cash
i want neck, and a rol, and a pole let it blast
n*ggas be funny they making me laugh
nose be runny i’m calling my slat
stack origami then run up the bag
had to hit neimans too crowded at saks
she say she running it up i’m like facts
i don’t want to look at that b*tt it ain’t fat
she just want d*ck in her gut from the back
treat a lil b*tch like a sl*t for that cash

(verse)
n*ggas be grimey they watch me lke oovoo
sh*tting on n*ggas and ain’t took a doodoo
thought it was sweet then got froze be like who you
they want to step in my way i won’t let ‘em
fn by best friend i tote a berretta
every verse that i drop b*tch it get better
check the forecast cause i’m changing the weather
bling on my arm and my fingers they jealous
n*ggas they turn into singers they telling
crack your melon cause i’m hanging with felons
if you want help i can send you to heaven
when i get on and i preach like a reverend
remember back when i was slanging a 7
got fronted that pack i ain’t take off
now my jewelry like lake dog
put that k to your melon that b*tch take your face off
(hook)
b*tch i’m a dog just like look at my face
this all designer that’s hugging my waist
lil b*tch can’t find me i’m stuck on deuce ace
n*ggas behind me get shot in your face
lean like a car that was rolling on flats
got to stop a store just to get me a black
got to check my lil hoe know she chasing that cash
i need neck, and a rol, and a pole let it blast
n*ggas be funny they making me laugh
nose it be runny i’m calling my slat
stack origami then run up the bag
had to hit neimans too crowded at saks
she say she running it up i’m like facts
i don’t want to look at that b*tt it ain’t fat
she just want d*ck in her gut from the back
treat a lil b*tch like a sl*t for that cash

(verse)
ain’t got a problem with c*cking it back and releasing my anger all on to your face
no you can’t borrow my strap if you is not no shooter you n*ggas know you a disgrace
we put them hollows in macs you know we gon’ let that lil b*tch spit like its spraying some mace
f*ck her tomorrow then dip i’m a pimp what the f*ck you mean n*gga i can never slip
yeah yeah, tommy my coat want montcler
wubby keep my mind clear
b*tch in aberdine whats the time there
do the bada bing behind her
she gon’ f*ck me cause i’m stepping in gucci
young fly n*gga i ain’t talking no lucci
d*ck in liver i ain’t doing no smoochie
flashing bands then you know we gon’ boop him
(hook)
b*tch i’m a dog just like look at my face
this all designer that’s hugging my waist
lil b*tch can’t find me i’m stuck on deuce ace
n*ggas behind me get shot in your face
lean like a car that was rolling on flats
got to stop a store just to get me a black
got to check my lil hoe know she chasing that cash
i need neck, and a rol, and a pole let it blast
n*ggas be funny they making me laugh
nose it be runny i’m calling my slat
stack origami then run up the bag
had to hit neimans too crowded at saks
she say she running it up i’m like facts
i don’t want to look at that b*tt it ain’t fat
she just want d*ck in her gut from the back
treat a lil b*tch like a sl*t for that cash

- juke 21k lyrics

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