Hook:
Y'all was 12 when y'all first did a kick door, on a mission to get all the dough
Now ya nigga pillow talking with the hoes now, and she went and told all the foes.
You paranoid and trust a damn soul now, and now u strapped with the 44
Gotta be careful who you f*cking with, cause every nigga ain't ya dawg no mo.
Verse 1:
Gotta be careful who you rolling with, it ain't no telling on what type of shit these niggas be on. They'll tell you that everything is good, but when niggas get to shooting, he'll survive, but you'll be gone. Innocent bystander shit, I see it everyday. Your own brother will set you up each and every way. They be mad when you eating and they ain't. They hate when you when it the bank, make a deposit and them niggas can't. So they set up plot and try to hit you for ya currency. But what started as a lick, ended up as an emergency. Crime scene is burgundy, they though it was certaincy, the urgency, a cool nigga turns into Hercules.
Hook:
Y'all was 12 when y'all first did a kick door, on a mission to get all the dough
Now ya nigga pillow talking with the hoes now, and she went and told all the foes.
You paranoid and trust a damn soul now, and now u strapped with the 44
Gotta be careful who you f*cking with, cause every nigga ain't ya dawg no mo.
Verse 2:
Thought u was real with ya tough ass, thought all them hoes liked u, cause u lift with ya buff ass. But it's a question that I must ask. So you why tell on ya dawg? U gotta pussy for a mustache. I bust back I don't never get blast on, I'm looking for the future my nigga because the past gone, mask on, I'm mashing on and I'm mashing out. I'm passing out ass whipping til it's not passing out. Elementary food, sour taste in a bad mouth. Why u throwing stones when u live in glass house? Pillow talker, telling all the hoes the business. But when u get jammed, u the co-defender and witness. Bitches love to start shit, and I talking bout women, I'm talking to u nigga what the f*ck is u doing? A nigga front u dope and you be blessing a pipe? Or when a nigga go to jail u be texting his wife? It's real life, f*cked up from the beginning, so I stopped f*cking with losers when a nigga started winning, this is ending of the show. Moral of the story. Every nigga ain't ya dawg no mo.
Damion Jones - Ain’t Ya Dawg [Original] Lyrics
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Hook:
Y'all was 12 when y'all first did a kick door, on a mission to get all the dough
Now ya nigga pillow talking with the hoes now, and she went and told all the foes.
You paranoid and trust a damn soul now, and now u strapped with the 44
Gotta be careful who you f*cking with, cause every nigga ain't ya dawg no mo.
Verse 1:
Gotta be careful who you rolling with, it ain't no telling on what type of shit these niggas be on. They'll tell you that everything is good, but when niggas get to shooting, he'll survive, but you'll be gone. Innocent bystander shit, I see it everyday. Your own brother will set you up each and every way. They be mad when you eating and they ain't. They hate when you when it the bank, make a deposit and them niggas can't. So they set up plot and try to hit you for ya currency. But what started as a lick, ended up as an emergency. Crime scene is burgundy, they though it was certaincy, the urgency, a cool nigga turns into Hercules.
Hook:
Y'all was 12 when y'all first did a kick door, on a mission to get all the dough
Now ya nigga pillow talking with the hoes now, and she went and told all the foes.
You paranoid and trust a damn soul now, and now u strapped with the 44
Gotta be careful who you f*cking with, cause every nigga ain't ya dawg no mo.
Verse 2:
Thought u was real with ya tough ass, thought all them hoes liked u, cause u lift with ya buff ass. But it's a question that I must ask. So you why tell on ya dawg? U gotta pussy for a mustache. I bust back I don't never get blast on, I'm looking for the future my nigga because the past gone, mask on, I'm mashing on and I'm mashing out. I'm passing out ass whipping til it's not passing out. Elementary food, sour taste in a bad mouth. Why u throwing stones when u live in glass house? Pillow talker, telling all the hoes the business. But when u get jammed, u the co-defender and witness. Bitches love to start shit, and I talking bout women, I'm talking to u nigga what the f*ck is u doing? A nigga front u dope and you be blessing a pipe? Or when a nigga go to jail u be texting his wife? It's real life, f*cked up from the beginning, so I stopped f*cking with losers when a nigga started winning, this is ending of the show. Moral of the story. Every nigga ain't ya dawg no mo.
Y'all was 12 when y'all first did a kick door, on a mission to get all the dough
Now ya nigga pillow talking with the hoes now, and she went and told all the foes.
You paranoid and trust a damn soul now, and now u strapped with the 44
Gotta be careful who you f*cking with, cause every nigga ain't ya dawg no mo.
Verse 1:
Gotta be careful who you rolling with, it ain't no telling on what type of shit these niggas be on. They'll tell you that everything is good, but when niggas get to shooting, he'll survive, but you'll be gone. Innocent bystander shit, I see it everyday. Your own brother will set you up each and every way. They be mad when you eating and they ain't. They hate when you when it the bank, make a deposit and them niggas can't. So they set up plot and try to hit you for ya currency. But what started as a lick, ended up as an emergency. Crime scene is burgundy, they though it was certaincy, the urgency, a cool nigga turns into Hercules.
Hook:
Y'all was 12 when y'all first did a kick door, on a mission to get all the dough
Now ya nigga pillow talking with the hoes now, and she went and told all the foes.
You paranoid and trust a damn soul now, and now u strapped with the 44
Gotta be careful who you f*cking with, cause every nigga ain't ya dawg no mo.
Verse 2:
Thought u was real with ya tough ass, thought all them hoes liked u, cause u lift with ya buff ass. But it's a question that I must ask. So you why tell on ya dawg? U gotta pussy for a mustache. I bust back I don't never get blast on, I'm looking for the future my nigga because the past gone, mask on, I'm mashing on and I'm mashing out. I'm passing out ass whipping til it's not passing out. Elementary food, sour taste in a bad mouth. Why u throwing stones when u live in glass house? Pillow talker, telling all the hoes the business. But when u get jammed, u the co-defender and witness. Bitches love to start shit, and I talking bout women, I'm talking to u nigga what the f*ck is u doing? A nigga front u dope and you be blessing a pipe? Or when a nigga go to jail u be texting his wife? It's real life, f*cked up from the beginning, so I stopped f*cking with losers when a nigga started winning, this is ending of the show. Moral of the story. Every nigga ain't ya dawg no mo.
Writer: Damion Darnell Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © CARAVANMUSIC, CaravanMusic
Copyright: Lyrics © CARAVANMUSIC, CaravanMusic