Dog Food

Touchin' dog food, the hairon
Yeah, McLaren
(I just, I just, I just, I just, I just, I just)

I be touchin' dog food, the hairon
I just bought a new whip, McLaren
Talkin' shit 'cause your bitch, be starin'
Bitch I'm icey, like I left the air on
I be touchin' dog food, the hairon
I just bought a new whip, McLaren
Talkin' shit 'cause your bitch, be starin'
Bitch I'm icey, like I left the air on

Fuck the room up with hoes at the Mary yacht
Heating up off a dizzle, I'm very hot
Got a .9 and a .10, I want every Glock
Bitch, I'm no worldwide, I'm known every block
You remind me of her, a fuckin' thot
Your whole ass nigga, the fuck you thought?
I can never fall off, I can nevеr flop
I got a mansion, the biggest house upon' thе block
I'm the greatest of all time just like Biggie Pac
If the bitch keep trippin', get a nigga shot
I heard you got that wet, wet, that lil' WAP
I can show hundred bands, but that's a lil' guap
I fucked her and her friend, did a lil' swap
Then I nutted in two minute, got a lil' top
I just sold a quarter brick, a lil' block
Damn, my weapon compacted, that's a lil' Glock

I be touchin' dog food, the hairon
I just bought a new whip, McLaren
Talkin' shit 'cause your bitch, be starin'
Bitch I'm icey, like I left the air on
I be touchin' dog food, the hairon
I just bought a new whip, McLaren
Talkin' shit 'cause your bitch, be starin'
Bitch I'm icey, like I left the air on

Touchin' dog food, the hairon, yeah
McLaren



Credits
Writer(s): Alejandro Carranza, Randy Holmes, Lashawn Marshall
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link