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I'm A Dog/i'm Sorry (skit) Lyrics

from Big Money Heavyweight

"I'm A Dog/i'm Sorry (skit)" is track #10 on the album Big Money Heavyweight. It was written by Alexander, Phalon Anton/williams, Bryan/thomas, Byron D..
"I'm A Dog/i'm Sorry (skit)" is track #10 on the album Big Money Heavyweight. It was written by Alexander, Phalon Anton/williams, Bryan/thomas, Byron D..

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Follow me baby, come with me baby
Follow me baby, come with me baby
Come with me baby, come with me baby

Hey, hey, hey, this is devastating, Daddy the Dog
Barking at these hoes, out my Monte Carlo
You can stay or you can follow
I'ma talk like a dog, walk like a dog
Fit like a dog and spit like a dog

I'm a D O G, you know me
Coming through this mother fucker in an eighty-three
Slant back with kits, spittin' shit to your bitch
She'll do anything for me 'cause I'm filthy rich

Hoe open your eyes, I'll feed you Popeyes
Then take you to the crib, then I open ya thighs
Bitch, say what you want, do what you feel
I'll slam dunk a bitch like Shaquille O'Neil

No, I don't play ball but I'm a baller
Drop ya ass off then, I'll call ya
Arebadurchi bitch, step to the side
Got twenty more hoes, trying to give you my ride

If I take it, I flee, go and pull a tree
Shut the fuck up, bitch and listen to me
Don't worry what I'm doing and who the fuck, I'm screwing
My money run long like J.R Yewin

I'm a mack like Roni, pretty like Tony,
Puff like Daddy and the bitches come early
Give me head, can you beat it, give ya boy some action
Spin around and grab my dick like Michael Jackson

Nigga pimpin' ain't dead, you heard what I said
I got a high priced hoe, layin' bitches, she red
The chick want I 'cuz I'm superfly
The bitch don't believe that, I tell her a lie

I'm an interstate pimp, walk with a limp
Hoe better have my wine, with my lobster and shrimp
Not that I'm rich, but chicks, they notice me
Forever my lady? Bitch, I ain't Jodeci

If fucking you is wrong, I don't want to be right
Your mouth feel good and your pussy is tight
But you gotta understand, I could never be your man
Put ya ring back on bitch, you ain't Stan

You wanna know the real, I tell you how I feel
I don't give a fuck about a bitch, I'm trying to make a bill
I'm a dog, bitch, I don't care
Fuck what you talking 'bout, life ain't fair

Hoes don't help, they just spend your wealth
Then they gone in the wind, when you lone, you help
How the things keep their churn, smellin' like urine
Gone from home, like you been out tourin'

You can stay, who you with, bitch, get off my dick
I ain't giving up nuthing, I ain't paying no rent
I'll get on your hustle, let me see your muscle
Think you gettin' money, then we gon' have to tussle

Scooby Do but I don't, Tiger Woods
But I won't, treat you like a woman
Bitch, bring me something
Sucker, punch ya ass and leave ya ribcage thumpin'

You a dog, huh?
Keep pimpin'
You a dog, huh?
Keep pimpin'
Oh, you a dog, huh?
Keep pimpin', keep pimpin', keep pimpin'

You a dog, huh?
Keep pimpin'
You a dog, huh?
Keep pimpin'
Oh, you a dog, huh?
Keep pimpin', keep pimpin', keep pimpin'

Yeah, I wanna be your agent
I wanna be your cousin
I wanna be everything that your man wasn't
I wanna be your friend
I wanna know your ATM PIN
If I tell you to follow me

Come with me, in a swimming pool
Full of biting Pirahnnahs, dressed like, you is Madonna
Come with me, baby, come with me, fly, fly, fly, why?
And baby, if you do come with me

You can have all the spinach you can eat
All the Caffine, you can possibly drink
Red Bull is there for you, ice cubes, black and white TV
These things I offer to you, baby
If you just come with me, why? Damn

First of all, get off my lawn, before I pinch your muthafuckin' arm
I ain't gon' fight ya, I ain't gon' bite ya
I ain't gon' kick ya, I ain't gon' punch ya
But I pinch the shit out of you, I apologize to all the women
All the ladies and all that for making this song

But it was just this one bitch, that had me mad
With all that beggin' shit, you know
She done, took that Cash Money Millionaire shit, too far
Its baby on TV talkin' about, you know

He got a hundred million dollar record deal,
He got a Maybach and all that, bitch, I drive Chevy's, old Chevy's
Get the fuck on with that shit
There is some football players up the street
There is some basketball players on the right side

Go beg to them mutha fuckers, I don't have it
The stupidest shit, my dick ever done was fuck you
I love ladies but I hate hoes, so thats why you get
Notta, nathaniel, you nothin' nartica, zero

Songwriters
ALEXANDER, PHALON ANTON/WILLIAMS, BRYAN/THOMAS, BYRON D.

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