Ima Dog (SE) lyrics

by

Quavo


[Hook: Marty Baller]
I got kitty on my breath and some cheese steak
Girl I really want the head she said please wait
I'm a doberman pinscher for the b*tches
If she even breathe wrong I’mma ditch her
Baby I'm a dog, baby I'm a dog
If I could f*ck em all I’ma f*ck em all
Baby I'm a dog, baby I'm a dog
If I could f*ck em all I'ma f*ck em all

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Marty Baller show these motherf*ckers how to ball
I'ma ball hard like Chris Paul
Swervin' in the street in a new Porsche
My n*gga blow that loud, blow the windows off
I got diamonds in my grill don't need no dental floss
And I got three hoes like I'm Santa Clause
And they all divas like Diana Ross
And I just be going ’woo’, cause I'm a dog

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
I got kitty on my breath and some cheese steak
Babe, I really want the head she said please wait
I’m a doberman pinscher for the b*tches
If she even breathe wrong I'mma ditch her
Baby I'm a dog, baby I'm a dog
If I could f*ck em all I’ma f*ck em all
Baby I'm a dog, baby I'm a dog
If I could f*ck em all I'ma f*ck em all
[Verse 2: Marty Baller]
She on my pokeballs
I gotta catch em all
And you know my b*tches bad, she a barbie doll
Big [?] I'm comin' through I gotta stand up tall
Chris Paul cross 'em all watch them n*ggas fall
Yeah I'm ballin' dunkin' on em call me John Wall
I got that Cris now give me light call me Sean Paul
Jean Paul Gaultier I got my frames on
And I had to throw my Alexander Wang on

[Hook: Marty Baller]
I got kitty on my breath and some cheese steak
Girl I really want the head she said please wait
I'm a doberman pinscher for the b*tches
If she even breathe wrong I'mma ditch her
Baby I'm a dog, baby I'm a dog
If I could f*ck em all I'ma f*ck em all
Baby I'm a dog, baby I'm a dog
If I could f*ck em all I'ma f*ck em all

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Really I'm a dog really I'm a dog
Quavo Slim Thugga, I'm a boss hog
Ice on my neck I'm sick I got menopause
Took yo hoe in a dress cause she wear no draws
She want me take her to the mall, I'm a dog cause I tell her na
Lil bitty b*tch need a pause
Lil mama she lost in the sauce
Flaws and all she make the birds sing like Diana Ross
I put the plug in the phone, he breaking right in he takin right off
I put the dope in her anus
Lil bitty b*tch she better not cough
If she ever get caught I'm takin' right off cause she gonna talk
[Verse 4: Takeoff]
I got codeine on my breath just ate T-bone steak (actavis)
And I'm all about my chips n*gga Frito lays (stackin' it)
Play with the money like it is monopoly, run with it like it relay
Call up Ferg whats the word
My n*ggas pull up like ándale
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