(feat. Yo Gotti)
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[Chorus]
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Why you lookin' like that?
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Stop lookin' like that
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Stop lookin' at my dog, lookin' at my dog
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That'll get you fucked up
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Why you lookin' like that?
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That'll get you fucked up, stop lookin' at my dog
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Why you lookin' like that?
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Stop lookin' like that
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Stop lookin' at my dog, lookin' at my dog
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That'll get yo ass shot
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Why you lookin like that?
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That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
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[Yo Gotti]
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Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
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Why you lookin' at me? Hear a nigga
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I ain't ya bitch
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You don't want a street nigga that have to get wit this shit
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Cuz I ain't gon' quit
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Til 'em choppa bullet flippin
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They spleens, layin' all lower then yo chest or ya chin
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Man I'm in it to win
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I give a fuck bout a friend
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I care more bout the dough, and even more bout the Benz
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Niggaz look at my chain, then they clutchin' they burners
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They think they got us, we ?? finna get ugly this summer
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Yeah I roll with a stunna, I got a lot on the line
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But still its kill or be killed before a nigga take mine
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I give a pass to niggaz, when they look at my bitch
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Just they admire her walk, or just impress that she thick
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I'm reppin' Southside ?? nigga, nigga Yo Gotti!
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Bricks in the dashboard Benz big body
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Royce 5'9" and them hustles out of Detroit
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Get it how we get it cuz they importin' Ex boy
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[Chorus]
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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Why you so hard nigga? Pause
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I done tried so many times
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To get my violent temper to comply with my mature side
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But the other side is where the 45 is, hidin'
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And I'm fa' sho childish, hi, I'm countin'
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1, 2, seeking you niggaz with the peace, with the peek-a-boo trigger
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When I come, through, with the honorable spirit
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Eyes lighting up with shine like the "Chronicles of Riddick"
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Nigga forget it
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Nine times outta ten, times' on my side
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If your nines in the car, cuz mines on my side
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Why you lookin' like dat?
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Nigga ain't no hoes here
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I'm about to ask the waitress what she put in yo' beer
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We can get it on, we can do whatever boy (whatever boy)
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Don't you ever push your pedal, pump your brake
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Better untwist your face
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Spoken word, mixed with school, mixed with crunk
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This should hit you, get you pump, if it get you drunk
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It can get you jump!
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[Chorus]
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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Bitches trip, niggaz quick
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To pull out they chains on sight
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Niggaz flip, soon as they announce my name on the mic
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So I, gotta kinda watch them niggaz
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You know them niggaz roll up beside you
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You don't know if they like your car, they don't like you
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By the way they lookin', you can't tell if they grimmin' you or admiring you
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Whether envy you when they see your tires spinnin'
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So you greet 'em as polite-
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ly as possible, that nine sit on yo lap, be disrespectful then you leave 'em at the light
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Hit that window and squeeze that toaster
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Pull off fast and I promise
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That I just put his Regal in 3-wheel motion without havin' hydraulics
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I call it like I see it
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Walk it like I did it
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Nigga coughin' up yo kidney
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Cough, talkin' bout the kid
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My people, I came expectin' the same kinda respect that you want
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Some of you steppin' in something by coming and testing it once
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They won't let you do nothin' unless you cutting a check
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Let me ask you a couple a questions, nigga
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[Chorus - 2X]
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Looking At My Dog
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| Royce Da 5'9'' |
