Big Dog
She always keep me in the mix
Got the whole world on my dick
Never thought it'd be like this
Always gotta flip the switch
Cuz they're biting on my shit
I just call it what it is
They ain't coming cold as this
Got me feeling like the big dog
I really got it from the ground up
We see them honey's for the round up
They're getting to it, but we been done
Would you bless me with your essence? Tryna connect with something real
Yeah they're talking in the background, but that shit don't pay the bills
Know they rather see me laid out, but first can I fucking live
Different flavors on the top floor and some bottles let em' spill
Catch up
Wouldn't doubted if I got em' feeling envious
Do my shitt just to keep em' all into us
To my dogs we'll be rich, don't you even fuss
Blowing indoe out the window while I'm giving cuts
We ain't make it off no hand out we ain't have no luck
I was down bad on my ass it was looking rough
Bet it all on myself, yeah in me I trust
She always keep me in the mix
Got the whole world on my dick
Never thought it'd be like this
Always gotta flip the switch
Cuz they're biting on my shit
I just call it what it is
They ain't coming cold as this
Got me feeling like the big dog
I really got it from the ground up
We see them honey's for the round up
They're getting to it, but we been done
Fall baby shit
September boy
Ima destroy the whole world, and then build it up again
And make it my own
The world is yours
Got the whole world on my dick
Never thought it'd be like this
Always gotta flip the switch
Cuz they're biting on my shit
I just call it what it is
They ain't coming cold as this
Got me feeling like the big dog
I really got it from the ground up
We see them honey's for the round up
They're getting to it, but we been done
Would you bless me with your essence? Tryna connect with something real
Yeah they're talking in the background, but that shit don't pay the bills
Know they rather see me laid out, but first can I fucking live
Different flavors on the top floor and some bottles let em' spill
Catch up
Wouldn't doubted if I got em' feeling envious
Do my shitt just to keep em' all into us
To my dogs we'll be rich, don't you even fuss
Blowing indoe out the window while I'm giving cuts
We ain't make it off no hand out we ain't have no luck
I was down bad on my ass it was looking rough
Bet it all on myself, yeah in me I trust
She always keep me in the mix
Got the whole world on my dick
Never thought it'd be like this
Always gotta flip the switch
Cuz they're biting on my shit
I just call it what it is
They ain't coming cold as this
Got me feeling like the big dog
I really got it from the ground up
We see them honey's for the round up
They're getting to it, but we been done
Fall baby shit
September boy
Ima destroy the whole world, and then build it up again
And make it my own
The world is yours
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Writer(s): Corey Johnson
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