It's E - Dawg

Bitch I dawg
And I known to carry
She trying fuck
So I hit the duck

Like who give fuck
On to the next
Like I shopping for a tool
Which one to pick

I trying make a flick
Star me and you
You the band
And I the orchestrator

I trying hear your beat
Now and later
So I get up in em
Just to dominator

Like Nike
Just do it
Ine press
So ine pursue

Say you got a nigga
Do what ya do
I dawg with bone
So it's you fucking you fucking you

And it's like that
Cold heart
Too much searching for a price tag
Like how you benefit me if you like that

Yea I like you no denying
But I can't bite that
So no wifeing and cuffing
End the discussion

Bitch I am in love with this money
All I hear is chedda
Raise with since so I know better
You can wet but no wetter

Lo shorty gone buss it
I can see it doe
On the real doe
She a lil freaky hoe

The type a sucka eat
Now need bleach
Cause them niggas done buss in e shit
But that's the game

Lack of knowledge
Getcha kill
On a roller coaster
That's a pill

What cheap thrill
But over money
Get Nigga drill
Rules on the field

Straight to the dumpster
Can't play with the youngsta
Bank bros
Cash cow

Oh yea mob bro
Treal nigga
Came from the same mom doe
Different struggle

But got it out the muscle
Streets smarts
Show me how to bubble
Stay low till it double

My only love be the cake
Cause now a days nigga fake
They gone fold
But always talking bold

But that's a lesson
Self taught
Play dumb
And play it smart

Then see how it rots
Then fall apart
Don't even be shock
You already saw how it rock

Stay on a check
Like u up next
Stay constant

Cause all them real friends
Went missing
Like they did a bid
Shid fuck'em

Call me number 2
Cause I knocking down her walls
She creamer
So I getting off

When I leave
She ain't get a call

Fuckem
Fuckem
That's the way of a dawg

Written by:
Erick Jenkins

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