Live since 5 gettin to the f*cking motion
Everywhere we go we gotta stir up the commotion
They like damn this nigga with the hair really dont care bout the muhf*ckin ocean in his rollie
These lights is flourescent they flashin and glowing
We Fly, We Plane
Hop in my pool and it feel like the ocean
Crustaceans all over my plate
I walk in the room they like its Mr. Bank Alert
Heard you confessing on paperwork
Just was down bad on my ass had to go and make it work
Gunner in the kitchen got that bakers work
Got that bakers worth
Play for that Sac and my shooter is excellent
He gon pullup with the Kings and the 5 like his name was f*ckin Turk
Leave him in the dirt, sendin him home
I heard he was mouse we can't get along
I got female dogs they crawl on the floor
I got female dogs they bite on the bone
My arms feelin strong push up in yo hoe
Got ape on my jeans she take em off slow
The cake in the stove, the racks on the floor
She takin me home then she giving me dome
I might have to risk it, my tape almost finished
My vision been fixing on getting sum riches, my niggas is wicked intentions malicious
We armed like militias we armed like the Army
I get to revving a nigga want start me
I plot on a Rolls, imma take the top off
Wanna know how J get his rocks off?
At your girl crib hit it with the socks off
Hit her from the back tryna pull her locs off
I got the muhf*ckin block sizzlin, its hot
Thank God for Nia and Joch
Without em I'll prolly be sleep on a cot
Imma be President just like Barack
And then Imma actually give back to the block
I said I plot on a Rolls, I plot onna Rolls, I plot onna Rolls, I plot onna Rolls
24 bitches and all of em go
24 candles man R.I.P KOB
She want to get proposed
Bitch is you dumb
Bitch is you slow
Pull out that Ghost
Bitch I'm a rocket I come from my city
Im gon keep it P while my bitch keep it pretty
But dont try and diss me
That coke through the door she want her a sniffy
My niggas is dogs they bite like supposed, they kick in the door, bitch gimme the dough, bitch gimme dat gold
And if he act stupid they leavin him cold
Not talkin Jermaine, thats just how it go
Got too many flows, got too many roles
Got too many fans, got too many women
Bitch who you is kidding we rock like we Lennon
Rock purple with hearts, they should give me a ribbon
Damn
Text from myself it say J you the muhf*ckin man
Got oceans of motion and I'm digging racks outta sand
Second Amendment is holy don't step on my land
Just had to rush to the sink get this blood off my hands
JP I'm swerving the wheel with the both of my hands
I dont sip wok I do not pour no pop outta cans
They sell their soul for that dollar but that price is worth more than the gold
She got on the floor in my humble abode
I'm kicking her out, bitch get thru the door
Im just too froze
Too many hoes I just wanna bone
Got too many women got too many women got too many women got too many women
Jared Perry - FEMALE DOGS Lyrics
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Live since 5 gettin to the f*cking motion
Everywhere we go we gotta stir up the commotion
They like damn this nigga with the hair really dont care bout the muhf*ckin ocean in his rollie
These lights is flourescent they flashin and glowing
We Fly, We Plane
Hop in my pool and it feel like the ocean
Crustaceans all over my plate
I walk in the room they like its Mr. Bank Alert
Heard you confessing on paperwork
Just was down bad on my ass had to go and make it work
Gunner in the kitchen got that bakers work
Got that bakers worth
Play for that Sac and my shooter is excellent
He gon pullup with the Kings and the 5 like his name was f*ckin Turk
Leave him in the dirt, sendin him home
I heard he was mouse we can't get along
I got female dogs they crawl on the floor
I got female dogs they bite on the bone
My arms feelin strong push up in yo hoe
Got ape on my jeans she take em off slow
The cake in the stove, the racks on the floor
She takin me home then she giving me dome
I might have to risk it, my tape almost finished
My vision been fixing on getting sum riches, my niggas is wicked intentions malicious
We armed like militias we armed like the Army
I get to revving a nigga want start me
I plot on a Rolls, imma take the top off
Wanna know how J get his rocks off?
At your girl crib hit it with the socks off
Hit her from the back tryna pull her locs off
I got the muhf*ckin block sizzlin, its hot
Thank God for Nia and Joch
Without em I'll prolly be sleep on a cot
Imma be President just like Barack
And then Imma actually give back to the block
I said I plot on a Rolls, I plot onna Rolls, I plot onna Rolls, I plot onna Rolls
24 bitches and all of em go
24 candles man R.I.P KOB
She want to get proposed
Bitch is you dumb
Bitch is you slow
Pull out that Ghost
Bitch I'm a rocket I come from my city
Im gon keep it P while my bitch keep it pretty
But dont try and diss me
That coke through the door she want her a sniffy
My niggas is dogs they bite like supposed, they kick in the door, bitch gimme the dough, bitch gimme dat gold
And if he act stupid they leavin him cold
Not talkin Jermaine, thats just how it go
Got too many flows, got too many roles
Got too many fans, got too many women
Bitch who you is kidding we rock like we Lennon
Rock purple with hearts, they should give me a ribbon
Damn
Text from myself it say J you the muhf*ckin man
Got oceans of motion and I'm digging racks outta sand
Second Amendment is holy don't step on my land
Just had to rush to the sink get this blood off my hands
JP I'm swerving the wheel with the both of my hands
I dont sip wok I do not pour no pop outta cans
They sell their soul for that dollar but that price is worth more than the gold
She got on the floor in my humble abode
I'm kicking her out, bitch get thru the door
Im just too froze
Too many hoes I just wanna bone
Got too many women got too many women got too many women got too many women
Everywhere we go we gotta stir up the commotion
They like damn this nigga with the hair really dont care bout the muhf*ckin ocean in his rollie
These lights is flourescent they flashin and glowing
We Fly, We Plane
Hop in my pool and it feel like the ocean
Crustaceans all over my plate
I walk in the room they like its Mr. Bank Alert
Heard you confessing on paperwork
Just was down bad on my ass had to go and make it work
Gunner in the kitchen got that bakers work
Got that bakers worth
Play for that Sac and my shooter is excellent
He gon pullup with the Kings and the 5 like his name was f*ckin Turk
Leave him in the dirt, sendin him home
I heard he was mouse we can't get along
I got female dogs they crawl on the floor
I got female dogs they bite on the bone
My arms feelin strong push up in yo hoe
Got ape on my jeans she take em off slow
The cake in the stove, the racks on the floor
She takin me home then she giving me dome
I might have to risk it, my tape almost finished
My vision been fixing on getting sum riches, my niggas is wicked intentions malicious
We armed like militias we armed like the Army
I get to revving a nigga want start me
I plot on a Rolls, imma take the top off
Wanna know how J get his rocks off?
At your girl crib hit it with the socks off
Hit her from the back tryna pull her locs off
I got the muhf*ckin block sizzlin, its hot
Thank God for Nia and Joch
Without em I'll prolly be sleep on a cot
Imma be President just like Barack
And then Imma actually give back to the block
I said I plot on a Rolls, I plot onna Rolls, I plot onna Rolls, I plot onna Rolls
24 bitches and all of em go
24 candles man R.I.P KOB
She want to get proposed
Bitch is you dumb
Bitch is you slow
Pull out that Ghost
Bitch I'm a rocket I come from my city
Im gon keep it P while my bitch keep it pretty
But dont try and diss me
That coke through the door she want her a sniffy
My niggas is dogs they bite like supposed, they kick in the door, bitch gimme the dough, bitch gimme dat gold
And if he act stupid they leavin him cold
Not talkin Jermaine, thats just how it go
Got too many flows, got too many roles
Got too many fans, got too many women
Bitch who you is kidding we rock like we Lennon
Rock purple with hearts, they should give me a ribbon
Damn
Text from myself it say J you the muhf*ckin man
Got oceans of motion and I'm digging racks outta sand
Second Amendment is holy don't step on my land
Just had to rush to the sink get this blood off my hands
JP I'm swerving the wheel with the both of my hands
I dont sip wok I do not pour no pop outta cans
They sell their soul for that dollar but that price is worth more than the gold
She got on the floor in my humble abode
I'm kicking her out, bitch get thru the door
Im just too froze
Too many hoes I just wanna bone
Got too many women got too many women got too many women got too many women
Writer: Jared Perry
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