Izaya Tiji - Dawgy Freestyle lyrics
[Izaya Tiji - Dawgy Freestyle lyrics]
Bullets hit him in his vein, can't go home
Oh
Only trust my day ones, nigga I'm so cold
I'm gon' call my dawg
Yeah yeah go 'head get that bone
Fuck her and then leave my ass alone
You know that my niggas pop out
And they watchdogs
I'm gon' get pissed then shoot
At the cop cars drac' sing like na na na na
Na when it hit the opps
She love me, love my knot
I'm like nah nah nah
She want d, she a thot, want my banana
Bitch turn on that fan, I'm too hot-hot-hot
(Buh, buh, buh)
I got killer friends, they some ride-or-dies
(Buh, buh, buh)
I got killer bands, I'm like haha
Leave lil' nigga dead and we won't stop
(We won't stop) goin' two hunnid in a CLS
And I'm with my rockstar (Ha)
Okay she call me Papa, I'm like bye bye (Ha)
Yeah, yeah, gusto, gusto, beat it like Popeye
Yeah, yeah, pronto, pronto, we in that ah ah
(Yea, yea, yea) i'm with my brother, leave
Yo' ass flocked now, he got that Glock 9
(Okay) hop in that Jag' now
Then go ahead and hop in that jet now
(Okay, yea, yea) corvette, Corvette
No I'm not with them rappers (Yea)
Dread head, dread head
Perc' in me when my back hurts
She ain't got no ass
I'ma spend a bag on her (Yea, yea, yea)
What would you do with a milli'? You
Know I ain't got to wonder
I had to crack on the seal of that
Trissy you know that I kicked her
Oh
Only trust my day ones, nigga I'm so cold
I'm gon' call my dawg
Yeah yeah go 'head get that bone
Fuck her and then leave my ass alone
You know that my niggas pop out
And they watchdogs
I'm gon' get pissed then shoot
At the cop cars drac' sing like na na na na
Na when it hit the opps
She love me, love my knot
I'm like nah nah nah
She want d, she a thot, want my banana
Bitch turn on that fan, I'm too hot-hot-hot
(Buh, buh, buh)
I got killer friends, they some ride-or-dies
(Buh, buh, buh)
I got killer bands, I'm like haha
Leave lil' nigga dead and we won't stop
(We won't stop) goin' two hunnid in a CLS
And I'm with my rockstar (Ha)
Okay she call me Papa, I'm like bye bye (Ha)
Yeah, yeah, gusto, gusto, beat it like Popeye
Yeah, yeah, pronto, pronto, we in that ah ah
(Yea, yea, yea) i'm with my brother, leave
Yo' ass flocked now, he got that Glock 9
(Okay) hop in that Jag' now
Then go ahead and hop in that jet now
(Okay, yea, yea) corvette, Corvette
No I'm not with them rappers (Yea)
Dread head, dread head
Perc' in me when my back hurts
She ain't got no ass
I'ma spend a bag on her (Yea, yea, yea)
What would you do with a milli'? You
Know I ain't got to wonder
I had to crack on the seal of that
Trissy you know that I kicked her