Travis Porter, Fre$h (Short Dawg) - Doggin lyrics

You the type that kiss her on the
Lips and do that lame shit
I'm the type that fuck her, hop up
Get back to my main bitch
Them niggas say they jankin, ok
My goons on the same shit
All they know is six words fuck it
Bust his brains quick menace to Society
Yeah they on that Cane shit
RESPECT my muthafuckin name bitch
GLOCK with me and that's just who I came with
Mothafuck security, we be blowin stanky
Tryna get some hoes to the house
And start a train bitch
My car supped up your's a Plain Jane shit
Hopped in da dully truck
Now I'm a driving crazy
Passenger a 5'3", ass is amazin'
Eyes kinda of Hazian cause both
Of us been blazin'
Told her put her face down
Just so she can taste it
I came and then she spit it out
She said "On Speacial occasions"
What the hell you talkin' bout
You must not know my name bitch

They don't Know, bow we be ballin
(we be ballin) got a thick redbone
And she straight from New Orleans
(Straight from New Orleans)
Can't turn off my phone cause
The streets keep callin
(Streets keep callin')
But we love them hoes, you know I be doggin
Doggin, doggin, doggin

I met a bad yellow bitch in New Orleans
She always call me baby
But no I'm not her baby
Then she ask me am I gonna call
I told her "maybe"
After I hit her she said "Quezy
Oh you the greatest" "The greatest?"
Another bad bitch in Miami-ami
Say she nominated for a Grammy, Grammy
Wanna do me and my whole family, family
Bend it over, bend it over
Drop it when you dancing
I be ballin for no reason
All my girls be changing by the season
Fuckin' her any given Sunday
Call me Willie Beamon
Say she really wanna suck my penis
Then swallow my semen
Then that bitch is leaving
Countin up the check is what
We doing on the daily
Cannot show up to yo club
Unless, you niggas pay me, pay me
Janky ass promoters they Flu-gazy
Porter House the Army, better yet the Navy

They don't Know, bow we be ballin
(we be ballin) got a thick redbone
And she straight from New Orleans
(Straight from New Orleans)
Can't turn off my phone cause
The streets keep callin
(Streets keep callin')
But we love them hoes, you know I be doggin
Doggin, doggin, doggin

Fine real cute (cute)
Say she from da oot (boot)
Came in with her girl (friend)
Think she in a group
Told em roll with me and Travy
I'll supply da goose
(I will) she say "You Short Dawg (uh)
My reply was "ruff" (ruff)
Young Money nigga getting bread
Girl I'm too paid (Young Money)
When it comes to hoes I like em red
Like my Kool-Aid (that's right)
Fresh Pair of new J's (fresh)
Stuntin with my black card
All I do is mack broads
Dogg 'em like the backyards (ahaha)
I'm talkin Michael Vick status
I hit da club find a
Niggah wife and kidnap it
The Streets keep me ballin
Boy I might just quit rappin (I will)
This drank got me moving slow
Like I'm in traffic (tell em)

They don't Know, bow we be ballin
(we be ballin) got a thick redbone
And she straight from New Orleans
(Straight from New Orleans)
Can't turn off my phone cause
The streets keep callin
(Streets keep callin')
But we love them hoes, you know I be doggin
Doggin, doggin, doggin

Now first of all I'm a dog and she
Know it need a thick bad bitch with
A ass dat can throw it
Got a lot'of money and she know
That I'm a blow it then I hit da strip
Club and ye dey
Know that I'm a tho n hold up (aye hoi up)
Aye where da keys to da truck in den
N den I whispered in her ear is you
Gone fuck me or wat n den she
Whispered in my ear
N said boy you a slut but she like
Dat nasty shit so she stayed in da truck
So Uh OK we can do dis shit again maybe you
Can brang yo girls maybe I can
Bring a friend you can
Bring the weed baby I'm a bring
Da gen cause tonight baby we
Partin again becauuu

They don't Know, bow we be ballin
(we be ballin) got a thick redbone
And she straight from New Orleans
(Straight from New Orleans)
Can't turn off my phone cause
The streets keep callin
(Streets keep callin')
But we love them hoes, you know I be doggin
Doggin, doggin, doggin