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just a dawg - que lyrics

[intro: que]
kid cl-ssic
que
dawg going on

[verse 1: que]
ayy, us n-gg-s from the north, we like to rob and sh-t (f-ck sh-t up)
splittin’ lick, [??] ’till my whole squad was rich (woah)
never f-ckin’ with these flawed -ss crews and cliques
keep the tool incase i gotta unscrew your sh-t
cut these n-gg-s and these hoes on some [??] sh-t
they talk behind your back but in your face be on your d-ck
that’s why i stay close with my dawgs
these white collar crime -ss n-gg-s be frauds
i’m quick to [??] all my n-gg-s and ball on a b-tch
i’m driving fast, bending corner,s sipping slow on my whip
i keep my hoes segregated , on my jim crow sh-t
and my patience is short but i keep a extended clip

[chorus: jzapal]
you ain’t fighting, you ain’t hard, n-gg-
you be lieing, you be f-cking different broads, n-gg-
you ain’t rich, you don’t ball, n-gg-
you ain’t tryna take a b-tch to the mall, n-gg-
you ain’t sh-t, you a dawg, n-gg-
you ain’t sh-t but a dawg, n-gg-
you ain’t sh-t, you a dawg, n-gg-
you ain’t sh-t, you just a dawg, n-gg-

[verse 2: que]
i got a b-tch named lula, she a real d-ck chewer
got a neck just like a rooster, seen her deepthroat like [??]
and lula keep her head by my waist like medusa
let her blow me like a hooker, then i call her -ss a uber
bet she ain’t like the [??] when i f-ck her br–sts
love playing catch when i shoot it on a cheque
got her [??] in a sucky-sucky even though, she got a hubby, she ain’t really luvy-duby
and that’s why i chose her
que k!lling b-tches like he [??]
[??] and i be in a b-tch stomach like a [??] (keep going)
red got a top like what’s in the block
told you more than once, that i’ma die when they shoot to k!ll [??]

[verse 3: que]
i could give a f-ck about your benz or your couple of friends, you just up of
a trick n-gg- that ain’t my cup of tea
on my best day, n-gg-, you couldn’t f-ck with me
i’ma pimp, true, but you can still get punched to sleep
you could never be a better dawg than me
i f-ck your baby mama mouth until her jaws squeak
then tell her don’t let the door hit you with the good [??]’s picture
keep a b-tch’s coochie wet like the chattahoochee river
do it like future in my white gucci slippers
you take the b-tch to [??], i take the b-tch to [??]
on first string, shootin’ three, i’m in the league
i taker her money from her, you take her to tiffany’s, n-gg- (que)

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