Big Dojah - Thunderkat

Growing up become that man that will make me glad
He want to be a rapper but his music trash at least he getting the bag
There's always a place, everybody need trash bags
After all, he should be Glad like the name of the trash bag
If I still had a pound, i'll do numbers calculate the math
Like what the fuck is you talking about, its Dojahmania

And if we going to do it we gonna do it right
Yeahhh
Yeah
Yessir yessir, i'm not playing no more

Go ahead, keep moving, go right along
Im in the mood to fight, i'm a punch in fuck writing the song
Technology advancing I use my notes to typed the song
Won't tell a bitch I'm a rappers, cause I scared she won't like my song
But it's still fuck your opinion and fuck your thoughts
I won't pay you to think but give me head just tell me what's the cost
Dojah! Like a bottle gain then that's your loss
Under aware who I am she need to wash her drawers

The last boyfriend broke into the house cause he left his drawers
He went in and beat the bitch up, a canine got involved
Now he sitting in a cell with a domestic charge
But it's still not that bad to a weed charge

Nature truly a bitch, lose money when the rain fall
Man I swear, I hate the smell of rain it remind me of wet dog
I don't want to hit her coochie cuh it smell like a dead dog
How the fuck you got the kitty cat smelling like it's a dead dog
You must be allergic to kittens cuz he scared to get the coochie dog
Don't need diabetes too much sugar from Smokin all the cookie dawg
Green chocolate chips sitting in a platinum cookie jar
Bam recording in the stu while fried cooking up some song

Can't eat Chinese in front of my pet, they might cook my dawg
Why the fuck you hitting the boy, that's child abuse I'm call Paul
CPS will take your kids away for the way you keep hitting that dog
Im against animal cruelty, you never catch me hitting the dog
Im not for animal cruelty but you need to kick that dawg
He didn't get the message, send him text and tell him to kick that dog
I had the bitches send kick messages when I was a kid dawg
Damn I wish I never rush being quick dog

Growing up become that man that will make me glad
He want to be a rapper but his music trash at least he getting that bag
There's always a place, everybody need trash bags
After all, he should be Glad like the name of the trash bag

If I still had a pound, ill do numbers calculate the math
Add your two cents but won't do the things I ask
I'm a walking promo, I hope I get promoted to pay me to add
Won't false advertise, why would I lie about the thing I had
My dawg keep it a 100 with me like the price of a half
Why you dwelling on the past just to brag about the things you had
Mad at the pussy, he stormed off on it he a thundercat
I think the coochie got a control on him, he a thundercat

Im in the same part of the stratosphere every where they be thundering at
Im on cloud nine, I almost got lost where the number at?
Winter park, asking Full Sail where the summer at
Im rapper and investor and I still find my way to class

Like nigga it's meeee
Like what the fuck is you saying

Written by:
Corei O'Neal

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