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Real Boston Richey - Dawggy Lyrics

Dawggy Lyrics[Intro]
Yeah
(Ayy, 40, what that is?)
You got that?
Load 'em more, that nigga think I got like eight in this bitch

[Chorus]
These Cubans on my next bussed up dawgy
I can’t drive the work but I can get 'em to Uhaul it
That nigga say he got one-fifty, damn he think that's ballin’
That nigga trippin', I can hit the crib, get seven-fifty up out my closet
They shitted on me now that shit gon' cost 'em
I ever hit a lick or runnin' down I'm takin' all it
The headlights on the Benz look like frog eye when it foggy
Front my friends, Perc' Tens, ain’t never ball-hogging
[Verse 1]
That lil’ bitch be Perkin', why you think that I bе stallin’?
'Cause I don't fuck wit you
Girlfriend turned to my baby mama, so, now, I'm stuck wit’ you
Yo' nigga ain't еven worth a fifty, I'm just being a buck wit' you
Yo' pussy good, why the fuck you think I still put up wit' you?
I be trapping Bubba plates, don't fuck wit' no dog food
And I sold more bricks then yo' brother, and yo' dawg too
I feel like Ross, this bitch here super thick, she twenty-two
We slide twenty-two, we in room two-hundred and two
Birds go for thirty-two
I'm way to P, I give her way more pleasure then baby blue
When I'm talkin' trappin', I'm talkin' servin' them bases too
When I'm talkin' smackin', I'm talkin' 'bout gettin' active too

[Chorus]
These Cubans on my next bussed up dawgy
I can't drive the work but I can get 'em to Uhaul it
That nigga say he got one-fifty, damn he think that's ballin'
That nigga trippin', I can hit the crib, get seven-fifty up out my closet
They shitted on me now that shit gon' cost 'em
I ever hit a lick or runnin' down I'm takin' all it
The headlights on the Benz look like frog eye when it foggy
In front my friends, Perc' Tens, ain't never ball-hogging

[Verse 2]
I might just buy AMG Benz come through, I'm a dawgy
"How much of my love do you want?" Bitch, I want all of it
Out here dodgin' all the bad cops, feel like Mike Lowry
If I ever hit the county, nigga, I ain't doin' no talkin'
I ain't do no talkin', nigga, I just sell white
But my dawg Dwight just say he finna teach me how to swipe
Sendin' K2 to my dawg behind the wall through a kite
Lead the stud drive the bricks, 'cause niggas don't ever rob dikes
Alright nigga
Bring a fucking gun, don't bring no knife, nigga
We don't bring no dope in through no flights
I spend everything from chef up to the vice
And I rob and trap before I go and hit a heist (Yeah)
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These Cubans on my next bussed up dawgy
I can't drive the work but I can get 'em to Uhaul it
That nigga say he got one-fifty, damn he think that's ballin'
That nigga trippin', I can hit the crib, get seven-fifty up out my closet
They shitted on me now that shit gon' cost 'em
I ever hit a lick or runnin' down I'm takin' all it
The headlights on the Benz look like frog eye when it foggy
Front my friends, Perc' Tens, ain't never ball-hogging