[Intro:] Get along, little doggie, get along, get along Get along, little doggie, get along John Dillin-
[Hook:] I'm living that YSL lifestyle We living that 1017 lifestyle We living that rich nigga shit lifestyle We living that fly shit only lifestyle Get along, little doggie, get along, get along Get along, little doggie, get along, get along Get along, little doggie, get along, get along Get along, little doggie John Dillinger
[Verse 1:] I'm geeked out my mother fucker mind I got a whole lot of shit, I ain't paid a dime We take everything, we'll steal the scene We take niggas bling, (money talk like Charlie Sheen) Man down, get it Treat his body like chicken, bricks split him Catch his pussy ass, take his belt off, whip him Pussy nigga tryna run off with them bricks, talkin' bout he missin' Fold his pussy ass up just like a centipede Count so much money with my thumb, everything I touch turn green I'll make your white t-shirt feel like Miskeen 100 bands got my skinnies looking like Bugle Boy jeans
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[Verse 2:] Wake the fuck up fatass, that pussy nigga got the [?] Let's go head and grab, then smash Slow it down, don't you see they rounds Yeah they army down even though we gone spray 'em down I'm on that, so therefore I keep my hand on my gat Nigga shot me in my finger, (now I laugh) Now I'm shooting Tommy Gun (with a rag) And I hope out in that 67 Jag Smash, smash on they ass [?] ball son, I got big guns I'm throwing trust funds Hit 'em with the golden gun, James Bond's son
[Hook:]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
