I'm on road, no phone calls That thot, she get no love
My money, she the one She bad, I might pull up
This burner my road dog, Think he hard, he so soft
Get to the bag, don't doze off Bad bitch took her clothes off
I'm on road, no phone calls That thot, she get no love
My money, she the one She bad, I might pull up
This burner my road dog, Think he hard, he so soft
Get to the bag, don't doze off Bad bitch took her clothes off
Got a bad bitch shofer 40 cal might blow your nose off
Youngin selling, re-rock from the hood like Casanova
I been trappin' so hard, made her come, she stayin' over
She wanna f*ck in the Benz, huh? I only want a Medulla
Don't want her nigga, I'm cooler I don't want her, she a chooser
I'm on the road with a Ruger I'm on the phone with a Cougar
She tryna make me use her I got a pack for the low, huh
Young dog gonna move it I drop a bag at the jeweler
This burner take your soul Don't try me, might lose it
He gotta give and go Better come back or you flipped
I wasn't taught to do this But my dogs, we do this
I dirtyd, my new stick He was movin' too sick
I'm on road, no phone calls That thot, she get no love
My money, she the one She bad, I might pull up
This burner my road dog, Think he hard, he so soft
Get to the bag, don't doze off Bad bitch took her clothes off
I'm on road, no phone calls That thot, she get no love
My money, she the one She bad, I might pull up
This burner my road dog, Think he hard, he so soft
Get to the bag, don't doze off Bad bitch took her clothes off
K-Cuzz - Road Dog Lyrics
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I'm on road, no phone calls That thot, she get no love
My money, she the one She bad, I might pull up
This burner my road dog, Think he hard, he so soft
Get to the bag, don't doze off Bad bitch took her clothes off
I'm on road, no phone calls That thot, she get no love
My money, she the one She bad, I might pull up
This burner my road dog, Think he hard, he so soft
Get to the bag, don't doze off Bad bitch took her clothes off
Got a bad bitch shofer 40 cal might blow your nose off
Youngin selling, re-rock from the hood like Casanova
I been trappin' so hard, made her come, she stayin' over
She wanna f*ck in the Benz, huh? I only want a Medulla
Don't want her nigga, I'm cooler I don't want her, she a chooser
I'm on the road with a Ruger I'm on the phone with a Cougar
She tryna make me use her I got a pack for the low, huh
Young dog gonna move it I drop a bag at the jeweler
This burner take your soul Don't try me, might lose it
He gotta give and go Better come back or you flipped
I wasn't taught to do this But my dogs, we do this
I dirtyd, my new stick He was movin' too sick
I'm on road, no phone calls That thot, she get no love
My money, she the one She bad, I might pull up
This burner my road dog, Think he hard, he so soft
Get to the bag, don't doze off Bad bitch took her clothes off
I'm on road, no phone calls That thot, she get no love
My money, she the one She bad, I might pull up
This burner my road dog, Think he hard, he so soft
Get to the bag, don't doze off Bad bitch took her clothes off
My money, she the one She bad, I might pull up
This burner my road dog, Think he hard, he so soft
Get to the bag, don't doze off Bad bitch took her clothes off
I'm on road, no phone calls That thot, she get no love
My money, she the one She bad, I might pull up
This burner my road dog, Think he hard, he so soft
Get to the bag, don't doze off Bad bitch took her clothes off
Got a bad bitch shofer 40 cal might blow your nose off
Youngin selling, re-rock from the hood like Casanova
I been trappin' so hard, made her come, she stayin' over
She wanna f*ck in the Benz, huh? I only want a Medulla
Don't want her nigga, I'm cooler I don't want her, she a chooser
I'm on the road with a Ruger I'm on the phone with a Cougar
She tryna make me use her I got a pack for the low, huh
Young dog gonna move it I drop a bag at the jeweler
This burner take your soul Don't try me, might lose it
He gotta give and go Better come back or you flipped
I wasn't taught to do this But my dogs, we do this
I dirtyd, my new stick He was movin' too sick
I'm on road, no phone calls That thot, she get no love
My money, she the one She bad, I might pull up
This burner my road dog, Think he hard, he so soft
Get to the bag, don't doze off Bad bitch took her clothes off
I'm on road, no phone calls That thot, she get no love
My money, she the one She bad, I might pull up
This burner my road dog, Think he hard, he so soft
Get to the bag, don't doze off Bad bitch took her clothes off
Writer: Joshua Lindo
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