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doggin' - rayven justice lyrics

mmm go brazy
hazy

real talk
can’t be worried about no b*tch dog
countin’ blues make my d*ck hard
tryna get it like 2pac balling
i ain’t sh*t baby i been d*gg*n’

can’t be worried about no b*tch dog
counting blues make my d*ck hard
tryna get it like 2pac ballin
i ain’t sh*t baby i been d*gg*n’

i ain’t sh*t, i’m the sh*t though
all these b*tches on my d*ck, it’s a freak show
if i tell the gang blitz, better get low
hoes get played where i’m from better coach them
bro can’t hang where i’m from, they’ll smoke ‘em
all this game in my vein come from oakland
if yo mans end up bodied we don’t know sh*t
i donе swerved in that lane with that glizzy in my hand
pеrcs for the pain these hoes can’t get in my head
f*ck all the fame cause a n*gga don’t care
i do b*tches scandalous y’all wouldn’t understand it
real talk
can’t be worried about no b*tch dog
countin’ blues make my d*ck hard
tryna get it like 2pac balling
i ain’t sh*t baby i been d*gg*n’

can’t be worried about no b*tch dog
counting blues make my d*ck hard
tryna get it like 2pac ballin
i ain’t sh*t baby i been d*gg*n’

i thinkin’ about no b*tch cause i ain’t want them
trying to get a couple bricks from me & bro hand
put a 6 on her sh*t if she ain’t with the program
dollar fit on that 6, makin’ eight ain’t no more grams
i’ll put little baby on the blade just to get me paid
got two loaded glocks on the escalade
pop out, get him dropped
f*ck his escapade
i popped two percacets, made me elevate
it’s that yerk talk, head shots skirt off
tell his baby mama get the head with her skirt off
b*tch sn*tched my soul, got me dead with my shirt off
me & my mans hit the trap, count the bands
get the work off
little n*gga handle more beef than strogenough
at the neck off the n*gga i know he lost
best friend get me neck off the liquor she hold my b*lls
picked again, make the b*tch run my errands & take my calls
hundred thousand for an ap
at tito’s with your mama but you hate me
carl trying to charge me for some weed like it ain’t me
nah i’m cappin’ i’m just playing that’s my mother f*ckin baby
hit the bank, get a bag, run it up then go brazy
smoke a whole bowl of zaza, this rental car hazy
trying to do no drive by, hop out & face ‘em
ain’t gone be the same when i smoke that n*gga like i laced him
all my diamonds actually real, got them b*tch from dh store
when my ex pop a pill, know that b*tch still taste me
n*ggas keep playing with that drank
give it here i ain’t gon’ waste it
pour that soda in my big bro drank
real talk
can’t be worried about no b*tch dog
countin’ blues make my d*ck hard
tryna get it like 2pac balling
i ain’t sh*t baby i been d*gg*n’

can’t be worried about no b*tch dog
counting blues make my d*ck hard
tryna get it like 2pac ballin
i ain’t sh*t baby i been d*gg*n’

aye, mackavelli in this hoe
i don’t care about no hoe
i’ll verify that hoe
n*ggas knockin’ at the door because i’m up & now that broke
baby laughed when i was down but gone be thirsty when i blow
probably out there f*ckin n*ggas that i know
i done done it all bae like shawty lo
i done got it on my own yeah they know
ain’t e*40 you can’t tell me when to go
i’m big stepping in channel double cc’s
holla beep beep i got it out the deep east
catch me up in prada, louie, & givenchy
can’t be worried about no b*tch that’s gone need me

real talk, can’t be worried about no b*tch dog
countin’ blues make my d*ck hard
trying to get it like 2pac balled
i ain’t sh*t baby, i been dogged
can’t be worried about no b*tch dog
countin’ blues make my d*ck hard
trying to get it like 2pac balled
i ain’t sh*t baby, i been dogged

- rayven justice lyrics

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