Greg Porn, Freeway - Dot lyrics

I wasn't born to win the lotto
So I'm back up in the brothel
With a bottle of them Oxys and
A baby with a body
That'll pay me when she empty but
She tempt me when she horny
Cuz she said that I'm a doggie
Ima keep it 60-40 haha, is but who isn't
When your dick is made of lizard
And your flows are
And it can't cool without him, is it
Niggas ain't shit but bitches
Ain't shit neither
That's why I don't let no mami duck
On hardly how I treat 'em

Global fulfilling homo cuz my
Mojo screamin' 'Yolo'
In the Lobo with the mansions and
The maxins with the munchies
And a dose on every motherfucker
Lookin' at me funny
They waitin' for this dickin'
Niggas waiting for permission
To drop on where they drippin'
The bottom of the kitchen
Fryin' for they chicken that they
Chain up while they twitchin'
Life's a bitch but I ain't bitchin'
Just tell her switch positions like
Hold, hold up, I'm about to boss
Crack up in this and disappear
Up in this magic dot
Back to the lancy where the
Xannies and the candies
Every blunt is laced it's like
If we ain't on the corner then
We up in cousin Danny's
With a slim, tryna pull it like a hammy

It's P-H-IL-A Dot
All night all day it don't stop
Rock ya body, rock, rock ya body rock
Rock ya body, rock, rock ya body rock
Pick 'em up chop 'em down
Everybody score when we touch down

Everybody scorin' because everybody borin'
My flow must be from
Jupiter because everybody martians
I will unload the drum and
Then have everybody marchin'
I might pull a drum into
Black kids in my apartment
They a harmony and holly
Oh but they might catch a body
Getting women from the D
Stretch her out like it's Pilates
I got two full clips, none of this karate
I'm gonna ch-ch-chop you on the hood
Mr Miyake i'm in Northfield, prolly
I'm in LA I'm in China
Russian women give me no
Discussion about vagina
We just fuckin' she just suckin'
I'm just bustin' on her hiney
Big ass big bit's why the
Hell they call her tiny
In the hotel lobby with a whole brick
Whole scale
Oz for whole scale, don't tell Mick Multi
If you tell him Ima off you
No time for jail time, no time for law suit's
That boy been on point, harpooned
And we all thuggin', so we all moved