Dog Ass lyrics

by

Big Tymers


[B.G.]
Ohh man, you f*ck that girl friend

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Girl look at you, with your big fine ass
What you need to do is let a n*gga get behind that
I'm find that spot for you, make it drip
Once it get wet enough for me, I'm let it rip
Now bring it to me, toot it up, don't grab me
She said ooh woo, you doing that daddy
Now take it out, put it where it should be
I don't want nothing but mouth you understood me
I'll hit you with the knuckle ho, I'm from the 3 (3rd Ward)
Where they say f*ck a ho, f*ck a ho, what I mean is
Get your it right ho or that's you issue
I been holla at your potna so a n*gga ain't gone miss u
Good rittens, matter fact if she don't know how to act
She gone be on the next thing smoking
So How U Luv Dat
BGEEZY (B.G.) u did that but it's all gravy n*gga
Let's go get some hood rats!

[Hook: B.G. & Juvenile]
B.G. go on with your Dog A$$
Boy you know you wrong with Dog A$$
[B.G.]
Say Juve you down bad with your Dog A$$
You done f*ck that girl friend with your Dog A$$
[Verse 2: B.G.]
I play the game how it go
A different ho everynight in my condo
I throw di*k like Elway throw a football
I care less but a b*tch I f*ck friends and all
I'm a n*gga that them hoes just can't stand
I'm that n*gga that hoes want to be their old man, Respect this
I have you ridin on renzos in the Benzo (Bens)
I beeped your friend have her ducked off in the Maro (Camaro)
I'm cut throat, I her you beefin with your sister I give a f*ck ho
Me & Juve two n*ggas you can't trust
We from Uptown, we like ice on our nuts ho
That's how the game go, look
I f*ck you u f*ck him we don't care
He f*ck you f*ck me we like this here
I toss a b*tch he toss a b*tch that's how we ball
He ain't right, I ain't right, we both dogs

[Hook: B.G. & Juvenile]

[Verse 3: Juvenile & B.G.]
Broads I use to f*ck with be try'n to get me killed now
Now I gotta carry that thing on the battlefield now
I could slow down with my girl and try to keep it real now
Hoes use to play me close I wonder how they feel now
They don't have a man that's gonna help with they bills now
Begging me to come back tellin me they gonna chill now
You know I got a mill now, climbing up the hill now
Shining up my grill now, protected by the steel now
[B.G.]
Hoes know Lil Doogie ain't right
I f*ck you yesterday f*cking your best friend tonight
I'm a dog it ain't no secret I be grilling b*tches
You full of that poppa watchout cause I be wilding b*tches
I know you go let me slang that di*k cause it's mine ho
I know you go let me do my thing I like to shine ho
I know you gone respect my mind and let a n*gga ball
I know you gone respect my mind and let me be a dog
With my Dog A$$
[Hook: B.G. & Juvenile]
B.G. go on with your Dog A$$
Boy you know you wrong with Dog A$$
(B.G. aka Baby Gangsta)
Say Juve you down bad with your Dog A$$
You done f*ck that girl friend with your Dog A$$
(Repeat Once)
Cash Money go on with they Dog A$$
They got it goin on with they Dog A$$
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