Heavenly Dogs (feat. Tracee)

Want a new estate with a lake
By the country side
Party caution taped
So the ops don't ever get inside
Popping off flood the tops baby open wide
She got a back like Lara Croft so ima take my time
I can make you fly know a guy with private jets
Always say I'm picky gotta like who I select
I ain't being cool with people I ain't ever met
All I do is spike and I don't even gotta set
Get you some respect
Get down hit the deck now
Makes you kind of mad that I don't ever like to back down
Stubborn hard head done went ahead and got the bag now
You live check to check and always looking for a handout
Move with the flock kill the mic with a
Hitting turbulence I keep the air on the lock aye
When you reach the heavens ain't no way you gonna stop aye
All dogs go to heaven so I guess we taking off
All dogs go to heaven but a bitch is still a dog
Even though she had my blessing she had plans to do me wrong
Plenty broads like you
Thought I loved them all
That's true
So what am I to do uh
You be doing you so now you know I'm cutting loose
All my niggas look at me like I'm the golden goose uh
Told her we can't kick it so it's time to meet the boot uh
I just wanna get it and just spend it like a fool
And just be the best at what I do like I been told yeah
Bend just who I am and even then I cannot fold up
Check a nigga resume I bet the folder full up
Woah I can make a wish but wishes really never grow uh
You can go and get it but go get it on your own uh
Can make a purchase on a dream that someone sold ya

Don't what it is but this life here gone drive me crazy
Maybe how I live is way too wavy
I cannot afford to call her baby
She don't need a man but said she want one

Cars that switch to sport aw yeah we got some
Passing up my torch is not an option
You out of steam
Ain't even got none
Hella shots at me but you off the mark
Back from Calabasas touch Manassas fore it's dark ay e
I got private passes underground like tony stark
Chick splits taking rips shake you down expose your parts
Quick fixes with the clique you gotta strap you getting

Don't what it is but this life here gone drive me crazy
Maybe how I live is way too wavy
I cannot afford to call her baby
She don't need a man but said she



Credits
Writer(s): Miciah Brown
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