Imma DAWG, WOOF!
Smoke out the sunroof
Young Lux, he stay true
Put that on moms, too
Imma DAWG, WOOF!
Smoke out the sunroof
Young Lux, he stay true
Put that on moms, too
Ugh, mask off
Cuz I'm so f*cking sick, dawg
Put that back on, it's cold and flu season, nah
I'm the truth, no Paul Pierce, Austin Druse
Spit sugar, Imma lose my tooth
I stay cooking up in this booth
I stay serving up all these bars even when I'm chillin' on Mars
Society's f*cking cooked
Got no Twitter, Imma read this book
Aye, bad bitch like how I look
In The Chi, but I ain't no rook, boy
South Side, Imma work that gig, boy
Pockets fatter than four pigs, boy, ugh
Yuh
I run to the bread like Usain Bolt, ugh
I got more drip than a f*cking boat, ugh
Got black lung with how I smoke, ugh
My gas so loud, you f*cking choke, ugh
Sex on the beach in Turks and Caicos
Ex-bitch salty, stop with the Play-Doh
Poet like Shakespeare, no, I don't play, though
Pen game sick, I need that NyQuil
Ink to the paper, better gimme that DayQuil
I'm spinning round in my room, can't stay still
I'm spinning round in this bitch so long
Write two or three songs, all true, I stay real, ugh
Slow motion, all this medicine is strong
I'm with my demons, and we ain't getting along
I pray my rights always save me from my wrongs
But if they don't, I'm going stupid till I'm gone
Well if they going stupid, then I'm going smarter
I stay dicking down another farmer's daughter
I been spitting silly since the second Carter, lil mans
Technically a rancher, yuh
No, this drip it ain't Versace
These pantaloons, they from Costco
Young Luxurious is on his boss flow
Imma beat it up, I'm on that Wreck-It-Ralph
Justin Jefferson when I'm on the route
Breaking every record, you can check my stats
And Imma strike 'em out when I take the mound
I never pitched though
I done leveled up since that cap and gown, ugh
Twas a bitch, though
Got that dawg in me, bitch I run the pound like ooooo
Imma DAWG, WOOF!
Smoke out the sunroof
Young Lux, he stay true
Put that on moms, too
Imma DAWG, WOOF!
Smoke out the sunroof
Young Lux, he stay true
Put that on moms, too, ugh
Austin Luxurious - DAWG, WOOF! Lyrics
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Imma DAWG, WOOF!
Smoke out the sunroof
Young Lux, he stay true
Put that on moms, too
Imma DAWG, WOOF!
Smoke out the sunroof
Young Lux, he stay true
Put that on moms, too
Ugh, mask off
Cuz I'm so f*cking sick, dawg
Put that back on, it's cold and flu season, nah
I'm the truth, no Paul Pierce, Austin Druse
Spit sugar, Imma lose my tooth
I stay cooking up in this booth
I stay serving up all these bars even when I'm chillin' on Mars
Society's f*cking cooked
Got no Twitter, Imma read this book
Aye, bad bitch like how I look
In The Chi, but I ain't no rook, boy
South Side, Imma work that gig, boy
Pockets fatter than four pigs, boy, ugh
Yuh
I run to the bread like Usain Bolt, ugh
I got more drip than a f*cking boat, ugh
Got black lung with how I smoke, ugh
My gas so loud, you f*cking choke, ugh
Sex on the beach in Turks and Caicos
Ex-bitch salty, stop with the Play-Doh
Poet like Shakespeare, no, I don't play, though
Pen game sick, I need that NyQuil
Ink to the paper, better gimme that DayQuil
I'm spinning round in my room, can't stay still
I'm spinning round in this bitch so long
Write two or three songs, all true, I stay real, ugh
Slow motion, all this medicine is strong
I'm with my demons, and we ain't getting along
I pray my rights always save me from my wrongs
But if they don't, I'm going stupid till I'm gone
Well if they going stupid, then I'm going smarter
I stay dicking down another farmer's daughter
I been spitting silly since the second Carter, lil mans
Technically a rancher, yuh
No, this drip it ain't Versace
These pantaloons, they from Costco
Young Luxurious is on his boss flow
Imma beat it up, I'm on that Wreck-It-Ralph
Justin Jefferson when I'm on the route
Breaking every record, you can check my stats
And Imma strike 'em out when I take the mound
I never pitched though
I done leveled up since that cap and gown, ugh
Twas a bitch, though
Got that dawg in me, bitch I run the pound like ooooo
Imma DAWG, WOOF!
Smoke out the sunroof
Young Lux, he stay true
Put that on moms, too
Imma DAWG, WOOF!
Smoke out the sunroof
Young Lux, he stay true
Put that on moms, too, ugh
Smoke out the sunroof
Young Lux, he stay true
Put that on moms, too
Imma DAWG, WOOF!
Smoke out the sunroof
Young Lux, he stay true
Put that on moms, too
Ugh, mask off
Cuz I'm so f*cking sick, dawg
Put that back on, it's cold and flu season, nah
I'm the truth, no Paul Pierce, Austin Druse
Spit sugar, Imma lose my tooth
I stay cooking up in this booth
I stay serving up all these bars even when I'm chillin' on Mars
Society's f*cking cooked
Got no Twitter, Imma read this book
Aye, bad bitch like how I look
In The Chi, but I ain't no rook, boy
South Side, Imma work that gig, boy
Pockets fatter than four pigs, boy, ugh
Yuh
I run to the bread like Usain Bolt, ugh
I got more drip than a f*cking boat, ugh
Got black lung with how I smoke, ugh
My gas so loud, you f*cking choke, ugh
Sex on the beach in Turks and Caicos
Ex-bitch salty, stop with the Play-Doh
Poet like Shakespeare, no, I don't play, though
Pen game sick, I need that NyQuil
Ink to the paper, better gimme that DayQuil
I'm spinning round in my room, can't stay still
I'm spinning round in this bitch so long
Write two or three songs, all true, I stay real, ugh
Slow motion, all this medicine is strong
I'm with my demons, and we ain't getting along
I pray my rights always save me from my wrongs
But if they don't, I'm going stupid till I'm gone
Well if they going stupid, then I'm going smarter
I stay dicking down another farmer's daughter
I been spitting silly since the second Carter, lil mans
Technically a rancher, yuh
No, this drip it ain't Versace
These pantaloons, they from Costco
Young Luxurious is on his boss flow
Imma beat it up, I'm on that Wreck-It-Ralph
Justin Jefferson when I'm on the route
Breaking every record, you can check my stats
And Imma strike 'em out when I take the mound
I never pitched though
I done leveled up since that cap and gown, ugh
Twas a bitch, though
Got that dawg in me, bitch I run the pound like ooooo
Imma DAWG, WOOF!
Smoke out the sunroof
Young Lux, he stay true
Put that on moms, too
Imma DAWG, WOOF!
Smoke out the sunroof
Young Lux, he stay true
Put that on moms, too, ugh
Writer: Austin Druse, Tau Liufau
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