T.A.S
I'm a Dog Town nikka and I ain't never gone change
I'm a Dog Town nikka and I ain't never gone change
1 - 2 Coming from the street
3 - 4 Murder the beat
5 - 6 Trapping ain't shit
7 - 8 I'm packing the heat
Dog Town, We jiggy and shit
Dog Town, I'm fucking a bitch
Dog Town, I'm burning a splif
Dog Town, so trapping ain't shit
Dog Town, crunch time, bar time, All this shit. once again
Lotta of nikkas steal my style, steal my shine
And let's bet they still gone flop again
I been doing this shit for the longest
I be doing this shit for the long run
From the come up to the top notch
From a block boy to a motherfucking hot boy
With the hot sauce, and hard bars
Spilling the lean, popping the bottles, fucking the models
My nikka we litty, kings of the city, its such a pity
That your bitch is pretty, she feelin me, so I kill the kitty, its kinda funny
Like really really?
She vegetarian but she loves my meaty she pop it hard and it's kinky kinky
It's in, the dick in, we freaking, they peeping
She screaming, I'm in love, with the feeling, I'm hitting, she kneeling
I pee in, with her mouth full, she sip it - sip it
Said I'm cool but she lick it - lick it
So addictive
Like its chicken licken
Like Yeah
Fuck we live it like yeah
Fuck we live it like yeah
Fuck we live it like yeah
Fuck we live it like yeah
(Like yeah)
(Like)
1 - 2 King of the street
3 - 4 Murder the scene
5 - 6 Ice on my teeth
7 - 8 White on her tits
Dog Town, we illy and shit
Dog Town, I'm fucking ya bitch
Dog Town, call cops and shit
Dog Town, we in the block for real
Put it down, hold it down, if ya nikkas come around then, I shoot em down
Keep it real, keep it trill, keep jiggy jiggy with a sicky sickle
Cut the fakey nikkas off
Fuck designer
Wear vans, skinny jeans and some white tees
I'm clap a snitch
Ima clap a bitch
If she ever tune shit like nikkas ain't shit - yeah yeah
I'm clap a bitch
Ima clap a snitch
If he ever tunes my shit to the five Os
Let a 40 bang
Let my pants sag
Let my nuts hang
Dog Town swag
I'm super bad bad
Blowing the dank dank
Just a back track
Nikka hit the dab
Like hit it fourth and hit it back
Leave K-dot saying damn damn
Like woah
Watch that hoe
Camel Toe
Friend or foe
How it go
Ima fit it back...
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nikkas think we can't rap, whose this?
We do this shit for life nikka
We pin bars on the charts nikka
Dog Town season motherfuckers)
I'm a Dog Town nikka and I ain't never gone change
1 - 2 Coming from the street
3 - 4 Murder the beat
5 - 6 Trapping ain't shit
7 - 8 I'm packing the heat
Dog Town, We jiggy and shit
Dog Town, I'm fucking a bitch
Dog Town, I'm burning a splif
Dog Town, so trapping ain't shit
Dog Town, crunch time, bar time, All this shit. once again
Lotta of nikkas steal my style, steal my shine
And let's bet they still gone flop again
I been doing this shit for the longest
I be doing this shit for the long run
From the come up to the top notch
From a block boy to a motherfucking hot boy
With the hot sauce, and hard bars
Spilling the lean, popping the bottles, fucking the models
My nikka we litty, kings of the city, its such a pity
That your bitch is pretty, she feelin me, so I kill the kitty, its kinda funny
Like really really?
She vegetarian but she loves my meaty she pop it hard and it's kinky kinky
It's in, the dick in, we freaking, they peeping
She screaming, I'm in love, with the feeling, I'm hitting, she kneeling
I pee in, with her mouth full, she sip it - sip it
Said I'm cool but she lick it - lick it
So addictive
Like its chicken licken
Like Yeah
Fuck we live it like yeah
Fuck we live it like yeah
Fuck we live it like yeah
Fuck we live it like yeah
(Like yeah)
(Like)
1 - 2 King of the street
3 - 4 Murder the scene
5 - 6 Ice on my teeth
7 - 8 White on her tits
Dog Town, we illy and shit
Dog Town, I'm fucking ya bitch
Dog Town, call cops and shit
Dog Town, we in the block for real
Put it down, hold it down, if ya nikkas come around then, I shoot em down
Keep it real, keep it trill, keep jiggy jiggy with a sicky sickle
Cut the fakey nikkas off
Fuck designer
Wear vans, skinny jeans and some white tees
I'm clap a snitch
Ima clap a bitch
If she ever tune shit like nikkas ain't shit - yeah yeah
I'm clap a bitch
Ima clap a snitch
If he ever tunes my shit to the five Os
Let a 40 bang
Let my pants sag
Let my nuts hang
Dog Town swag
I'm super bad bad
Blowing the dank dank
Just a back track
Nikka hit the dab
Like hit it fourth and hit it back
Leave K-dot saying damn damn
Like woah
Watch that hoe
Camel Toe
Friend or foe
How it go
Ima fit it back...
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nikkas think we can't rap, whose this?
We do this shit for life nikka
We pin bars on the charts nikka
Dog Town season motherfuckers)
Credits
Writer(s): Kabelo Mosimanewkgosi
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