Kalan.FrFr - Big Dog lyrics

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Woah woah, woah (Ayy)

All-white toes, real long cornrows
Emilio bikini, she don't wear cheap clothes
I'ma pull up in a all-white Rolls
Can you unlock the door of your room
Yeah yeah? Can I eat it on the stove?
Baby, you a freak
Why you keep eatin' on my clothes
Balenciaga cheap
You know I'm buyin' out the store
Just bought her some diamonds
Finna buy her ass some more

(Ooh woah, ooh woah) , oh
You ain't know I was a big dog (Big dog)
Fuck her on the floor
I got your bitch callin' (yeah, yeah)
I made twenty off a show, bae
I'm big ballin' (Yеah)
And I ain't even sayin'
That's my drip talkin' (Drip)
She bе runnin' from that dick
Like she Crip walkin'
(Runnin' from that dick)
She be sayin, "Boy, bool"
Like she a Blood or something (Oh, ooh woah)
She love to talk her shit
Like the plug or something (yeah, yeah)
Bae, let's go to CVS
Gon' get some mud or something

Fuckin' you like we in love or something
(Fuckin' you like)
Put this Rollie on until you
Get your other one (Get your other one)
I be fiendin' for that pussy
Like it's drug or something (Oh, ooh woah)
She with all the shit
My lil' thug or something (yeah, yeah)
Baby, let me get your chilli right
(Let me get your chilli right)
I ain't no sucka
I ain't know how you like the silly type
And I know your last nigga
He ain't it hit right (No)
She gon' spend the night when she
Want me to get her right, yeah
(yeah)

She gon' spend the night when she want
Me to get her right, yeah, yeah, yeah
She gon' spend the night when she
Want me to get her right
She gon' spend the night when she want
Me to get her right, yeah, yeah
She gon' spend the night when she
Want me to get her right

All-white toes, real long cornrows
Balenciaga hoodie
She don't wear cheap clothes
I must be pulling up in the all-white Rolls
Baby, take off your clothes
(Take off your clothes)
I'm that nigga and she know
Every time she pull up
I be puttin' on a show balenciaga cheap
You know I'm buyin' out the store
Fuck you like I'm fresh out and
I'm goin' back on the road, oh
You ain't know I was big dog
Double R in the driveway, no Rick Ross
I be trickin'
I ain't trippin' what that shit cost
Ooh, she love Balenciaga, she a big boss
And she a bad bitch
(yeah) , with your ass did
She do lashes, she go to shcool, take classes
If she a hoochie, you know she get ratchet
Baby, let me get you right
Let's hit Saks Fifth

Fuckin' you like we in love or something
(In love) put this Rollie on until you
Get your other one (yeah, yeah)
I be fiendin' for that pussy
Like it's drug or something (Oh, ooh woah)
She with all the shit
My lil' thug or something (yeah, yeah)
Baby, let me get your chilli right
(Let me get your chilli right)
I ain't no sucka
I ain't know how you like the silly type
And I know your last nigga
He ain't it hit right (No, no)
She gon' spend the night when she
Want me to get her right, yeah
(yeah)

She gon' spend the night when she want
Me to get her right, yeah, yeah, yeah
She gon' spend the night when she
Want me to get her right
She gon' spend the night when she want
Me to get her right, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, oh oh, oh oh
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Ooh woah, woah woah, oh, oh