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DOG Video (MV)




Performed By: Brick L
Length: 3:16
Written by: Brandon Love




Brick L - DOG Lyrics
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If you keep playing with me ima have yo b*tch in my wraith
She give me f*ce
She a dawg she took me out to yo place
Don't disrespect on my name
Before I drop kick yo neck
Big bank take lil bank so lil n*gga gimme the checks
All these bitches tryna cuff me I just plead the fifth
And I know they wanna f*ck me you just wait yo shift
She gone ride me till she crash and then I call a Lyft
Nah baby you can't spend the night this ain't Palmer Hilton Inn
I been on some dog sh*t but focused on some Adderal sh*t
Been on that blog sh*t but can't put me up in yo vlog b*tch
I won't get caught snitch cuz I been watchin out just cautious
I could k*ll a nigga and still have you thinking he walking
I'm a real lame ass n*gga from the suburbs
Yeah I got my gun legal but still bet this gun hurt
Try me on some cool sh*t and I could make You footwork
Yeah I'm paranoid I'll k*ll you way before you buss first
Everybody act tough
On the bench ain't racking up
But I been balling hard like my uncle Shout out Robert Russ
Walk in make the club jump
Shout out Swagg and Uvie yeah they the head hunch
Alphas from the south how I get these n*ggas head stomped
I said roof
Why you move like that
How you smooth
In yo groove like that
I said roof
Why yo mood so bad
Why you rude like that
You a cruel young man
(I got it from the Ques)
Cuz ima dog
Ima doggy dog
Not no snoopy dog
Ima scooby I get what I want
Or won't get involved
If ain't no bred
I won't talk at all
Don't even think to call
Ima ball
Then I hit the mall
Do it all alone
Derrick roll the zip play that Cudi sh*t
Yeah I like to sit back and get high then let the munchies hit
Yeah I got some money I don't buy clothes I just spend it on a bunch of sh*t
Late night in the studio ain't leaving till it's lunch and sh*t
Moma yelling at me bout some groceries
Tell her I just copped a million lady ain't no worries
Got a wig the race Brazilian got her feeling like she 30
Now she tests if I'm my daddy's nah my Moma show no mercy
I'm done with these young b*tches
I need a cougar who ain't tryna make me cum quickly
Need a mama who ain't gone make me her son business
And I can be her Santa clause and have a fun Christmas
(And then be done with her)
All my homies at the club and so I slide slide slide
Ima dog on the loose I won't get tied tied tied
She got a friend that get loose now she my side side side
Now these n*gga in the blues why you so sad gosh damn
Ima dog
Make her leave her n*gga then won't call
She thought I was pup she got me wrong
This ain't for sweet n*ggas do not sing my song
Keep yo bitch at home
Yeah nigga ima dog
Make her leave her n*gga then won't call
She thought I was pup she got me wrong
This ain't for sweet n*ggas do not sing my song
Keep yo bitch at home
Yeah nigga ima dog
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If you keep playing with me ima have yo b*tch in my wraith
She give me f*ce
She a dawg she took me out to yo place
Don't disrespect on my name
Before I drop kick yo neck
Big bank take lil bank so lil n*gga gimme the checks
All these bitches tryna cuff me I just plead the fifth
And I know they wanna f*ck me you just wait yo shift
She gone ride me till she crash and then I call a Lyft
Nah baby you can't spend the night this ain't Palmer Hilton Inn
I been on some dog sh*t but focused on some Adderal sh*t
Been on that blog sh*t but can't put me up in yo vlog b*tch
I won't get caught snitch cuz I been watchin out just cautious
I could k*ll a nigga and still have you thinking he walking
I'm a real lame ass n*gga from the suburbs
Yeah I got my gun legal but still bet this gun hurt
Try me on some cool sh*t and I could make You footwork
Yeah I'm paranoid I'll k*ll you way before you buss first
Everybody act tough
On the bench ain't racking up
But I been balling hard like my uncle Shout out Robert Russ
Walk in make the club jump
Shout out Swagg and Uvie yeah they the head hunch
Alphas from the south how I get these n*ggas head stomped
I said roof
Why you move like that
How you smooth
In yo groove like that
I said roof
Why yo mood so bad
Why you rude like that
You a cruel young man
(I got it from the Ques)
Cuz ima dog
Ima doggy dog
Not no snoopy dog
Ima scooby I get what I want
Or won't get involved
If ain't no bred
I won't talk at all
Don't even think to call
Ima ball
Then I hit the mall
Do it all alone
Derrick roll the zip play that Cudi sh*t
Yeah I like to sit back and get high then let the munchies hit
Yeah I got some money I don't buy clothes I just spend it on a bunch of sh*t
Late night in the studio ain't leaving till it's lunch and sh*t
Moma yelling at me bout some groceries
Tell her I just copped a million lady ain't no worries
Got a wig the race Brazilian got her feeling like she 30
Now she tests if I'm my daddy's nah my Moma show no mercy
I'm done with these young b*tches
I need a cougar who ain't tryna make me cum quickly
Need a mama who ain't gone make me her son business
And I can be her Santa clause and have a fun Christmas
(And then be done with her)
All my homies at the club and so I slide slide slide
Ima dog on the loose I won't get tied tied tied
She got a friend that get loose now she my side side side
Now these n*gga in the blues why you so sad gosh damn
Ima dog
Make her leave her n*gga then won't call
She thought I was pup she got me wrong
This ain't for sweet n*ggas do not sing my song
Keep yo bitch at home
Yeah nigga ima dog
Make her leave her n*gga then won't call
She thought I was pup she got me wrong
This ain't for sweet n*ggas do not sing my song
Keep yo bitch at home
Yeah nigga ima dog
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Writer: Brandon Love
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