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letra de me and my dog - frazier trill & pi'erre bourne

[intro]
woo, woo (yeah)
woo, woo (yeah)
woo, woo (yeah, yeah)
yeah, yeah
it’s trill (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1]
i was down on my d-ck i had to go and get it
n-gga hating on the kid, but they were never with it (b-tch)
shawty wasn’t f-ckin’ with me, said i wasn’t litty (litty)
now i’m up, n-gga hatin’, you can’t f-ck with me, yeah
big drip, i got money on the way (on the way)
big clips, n-gga [?] this k (boom, boom, boom, boom)
big racks, n-gga, i’mma spend it all (spend it all)
i got a thick b-tch, i’mma pass her on (pass her on)
lot of shooters, n-gga, them my dogs (them my dogs)
too much money, can’t get it all (can’t get it all)
you say you lit, n-gga, tell ’em, “f-ck ’em all” (f-ck ’em all)
i’mma live it up, just me and my dog (just me and my dog)

[chorus]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yеah
i’mma live it up, just me and my dog (just me and my dog)
yеah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i’mma live it up, just me and my dog (just me and my dog)
[verse 2]
i was in the hood, sellin’ grams
ain’t n0body really give a d-mn
got jammed up a couple times, yeah (a couple times)
but i still spit a lot of rhymes
did two hundred and thirteen days
those calendars goin’ off the page
got caught with a pistol that one time
[?] ran from 12 more than one time
n-gga hatin’ on the kid more than 10 times (trill)
i k!ll them n-ggas every time i spit a rhyme
sh-ttin’ on them n-gga, excuse my [?] (excuse me)
you talkin’ all that sh-t i put you on the bench

[chorus]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i’mma live it up, just me and my dog (just me and my dog)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i’mma live it up, just me and my dog (just me and my dog)

[verse 3]
[?] b-tch, she gon’ f-ck the whole team (she gon’ f-ck the team)
f-ck you mean, n-gga, [?] beam (boom, boom, boom, boom)
i don’t use condoms, i’mma f-ck her raw (i’mma f-ck her raw)
what you talking ’bout, n-gga, f-ck you thought? (f-ck you thought)
you said you from the hood, but you n-ggas flock (you n-ggas flock)
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout what you thought
watch, i’ll shoot ’em up, watch, i’ll lay ’em down (lay ’em down)
treat you like some cr-ps, n-gga, cr-p you out (i’mma cr-p you out)
i got your b-tch all on my d-ck, i d-ck her down (i d-ck her down)
n-gga say you from the hood, but you a clown (but you a clown)
how you rockin’ yeezys, but you got one dollar? (you got one dollar)
i can’t f-ck with shawty, she got too much miles (got too much miles)
[chorus]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’mma live it up, just me and my dog (just me and my dog)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
i’mma live it up, just me and my dog (just me and my dog)

[outro]
(hahahahaha)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, just me and my dog, yeah)
i’m with my tribe, call ’em the shooters
i train these n-ggas like tutors
i’ll pull up on you with the uzi, uh
i’m getting money, let’s do it, uh
i f-cked your b-tch in the coupe, yeah
you talkin’ sh-t, gon’ get shot, uh
i run it up, off the top, uh
i got the trap on fire
these n-ggas talk but they lie
i’ma let my bullets fly
all of my n-ggas gon’ ride
i f-cked your b-tch from the side
she like a young n-gga vibe

- frazier trill pierre bourne

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