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'Motivation' Lyrics - Quez ft. Shanell
Here is Motivation Lyrics by Quez Ft. Shanell

(Hook x2)
It’s that BBK shit, roll a J shit, get away shit
Motivation… it’s that motivation
It’s that motivation

(Bridge)
Aye this that free lunch, this that young nigga from the east side
Where ya from nigga? Better tell that dumb nigga
Aye this that free lunch, this that young nigga from the east side
Where ya from nigga? Better tell that dumb nigga

(Verse)
This that free lunch, this that young nigga from the east side
Where ya from nigga? Better tell that dumb nigga
Cuz they hatin, motivation
They say I look like money but we ain’t related
And all my niggas getting money cuz that shit done cray just
Nah that dedication, and they hate we made it
Must see a million dollars, ah ah, need no education
Now that cause for a celebration

(Hook x2)
It’s that BBK shit, roll a J shit, get away shit
Motivation… it’s that motivation
It’s that motivation

(Verse)
Aye this that BBK shit, it’s that young nigga LA shit
That smoking weed on probation
Them young niggas made a hit in they mama basement
And I ain’t going back to BET without no nomination
And shout out to my fuckin city, the home of the brave
The city of them youngins get it but none of em safe
But you will see em ridin round in nothing but straight A’s
With smiles on they face
They knowing that they straight
Nigga that’s that BBK shit
And I don’t even gotta say shit
Gold Rollie, no time for the fake shit
And all my niggas from the hood either they up in jail
Forget what this was, go and tell em Shanell

(Hook x2)
It’s that BBK shit, roll a J shit, get away shit
Motivation… it’s that motivation
It’s that motivation

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'High Times' Lyrics - Quez
Here is High Times Lyrics by Quez

(Verse)
I got a homie named Janet, say she never hit the weed
Well that’s kinda crazy to me cuz I’m in love with the trees
I got gas and I’m puffin sour D’s
Got some cookie in the back and some triple OG
Nigga please, I got whatever that you want
I’mma teach you how to roll it, grab a paper roll blunt
You can hit out a bong if it take too long
She hit the weed and now she coughin
Hold up with my phone lil mama
Geekin, and her eyes red
And now she gaspin for some air, she bout to drop dead
And now I kick it with lil mama every Friday
We just roll em back to back, we just some potheads, potheads

(Hook)
I’m high, it ain’t nothing that can bring me down
We bustin swishas and we rollin out the pound
We keep them bad bitches and you never ever round, round
But we high, it ain’t nothing that can bring us down
Look at them niggas that I hang around
Light up the swisha, let that thing go around, round
Now we high

(Verse)
Now let me tell you bout my potna man
He always round the weed but he don’t never hit the product
He caught a couple cases, now that nigga on probation
And I feel bad for him
Cuz he can’t taste the shit I’m tastin
Got people thinkin we jamaican
But we got some pretty bitches waitin
And they all wanna is fuckin smoke
So we gon let em spend the night so in the morning eggs & bacon
I’m that nigga, young, rich, famous
I got bitches, actresses, models, strippers & singers
You can hit em, you know I show love
Give me a swisha, I’m tryna roll up

(Hook)
I’m high, it ain’t nothing that can bring me down
We bustin swishas and we rollin out the pound
We keep them bad bitches and you never ever round, round
But we high, it ain’t nothing that can bring us down
Look at them niggas that I hang around
Light up the swisha, let that thing go around, round
Now we high

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'All Hunnits' Lyrics - Quez ft. Ali & Offset
Here is All Hunnits Lyrics by Quez Ft. Ali & Offset

(Hook)
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young bitch, pull up in the VIP, she want all of it
Young bitch, pull up in the VIP, she want all of it
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits

(Verse)
Young nigga, playin with them Benjies, I got all hunnits
Young nigga, playin with them Benjies, I got all hunnits
Shawty know a young nigga getting it, she want all of it
Shawty know a young nigga getting it, she want all of it
Yea, lil mama bossin
Shawty sure don’t know, don’t worry bout this it’s all bullshit
Alexander McQueen, you probably lost it
Bust Shawty show the new lil red bottoms I bought ya
And girl you know I got it on me right now (I got all hunnits)
We ain’t countin dubs, ain’t no fifties (I got all hunnits)
We a pay the ticket, ain’t no trippin (I got all hunnits)
If you don’t know by now then bitch just listen (I got all hunnits)

(Hook)
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young bitch, pull up in the VIP, she want all of it
Young bitch, pull up in the VIP, she want all of it
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits

(Verse)
Young nigga playin with the gwala
Run into the set like pala mala, I got commas on the corner
Yo bitch, she fuck with my pimpin, you mad yo pockets on empty
I’m whippin and cookin a Kimberly
My diamonds gon make you remember me
Young rich nigga, you don’t know nothing bout it, pull up in a Audi
Sippin on foly, my bitch from the tracks
I’m sellin narcotics, putting yo bitch on the molly
Suckin it, look at me like I’m a jolly rancher, you niggas amateurs
One to the money, I got so much style
Making the movie without no camera
Offer the truth, I pull in the coupe, subtracting the roof
Bitches, they come out the group
Smoking on gan like I’m Snoop
Well niggas salute
You niggas ain’t making no noise, you niggas on mute
You a square from Delaware
My bitches got long hair
They cooking the dope with no underwear

(Hook)
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young bitch, pull up in the VIP, she want all of it
Young bitch, pull up in the VIP, she want all of it
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits

(Verse)
Chyeah, I got a check
I’m in Magic City fuckin up a check
If a young nigga fuckin up the city
You owe me money, send my young hoe the gold Bentley
That cash hanging out my pocket, go by with the rocket
Mammy in love with follies, I be up in that bitch on Friday
Got a young moby on that molly
But she know she about her profit
And a young nigga gotta stay probably
Cuz you knowthem niggas out here watchin
All hunnits, no 20’s
Eatin good, no windows
I smash em and I’m finished
Little coupe, be easy
Young nigga playin, young nigga got it on them
Pull up to the hood in a spaceship
Fuck around, strolling through them this year

(Hook)
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young bitch, pull up in the VIP, she want all of it
Young bitch, pull up in the VIP, she want all of it
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits
Young nigga playin with a check, I got all hunnits

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'Goin Far' Lyrics - Quez
Here is Goin Far Lyrics by Quez

(Hook)
I ain’t goin far
But every time I’m in this foreign car
I feel like a porn star
‘Cus all these ladies wanna fuck me
I’m speakin like the pretty bad girl
And I ain’t goin far
Yea… yea…
And I ain’t goin far

(Verse)
Man I’m feelin like goin out
Them ladies goin crazy when I pull that foreign out
That bitch 200, watch where you goin now
Now that’s what I be tellin valets when I’m goin out, for real
Coupe tinted, nigga who in it?
Rich nigga, in it to win it
Can I get a minute?
Shawty said she wanted to kick it
Told er get in, she put her bags in the engine, for real
She got me trippin
She got me swerving, she keeps showin naked pictures
Now I got work
One hand on that steering wheel, the other hand on that pussy
And I almost crashed the whip
Cus I wasn’t looki, goddamn

(Hook)
I ain’t goin far
But every time I’m in this foreign car
I feel like a porn star
‘Cus all these ladies wanna fuck me
I’m speakin like the pretty bad girl
And I ain’t goin far
Yea… yea…
And I ain’t goin far

(Verse)
Okay I’m feelin it whippin, I feel the adrenaline
I’m doin 100, if I crash then we finished
Maybe jet but we trippin, we be home in a minute
In the room you can get my undivided attention
Now let me roll it, I saw it
Gossips only to show me
She wanna fuck to some Too $hort
Then smoke to E-40
She wanna drink to some Outkast and fight to some Scrappy
Wanna drive some Drizzy and hit the club to some Trappy
And I’mma give it to er
Lil mama want it so bad, I’m bout to give it to er yea
Nigga where my phone?
I’m up and out it then I’m on my way home
Yea girl I’m going home

(Hook)
I ain’t goin far
But every time I’m in this foreign car
I feel like a porn star
‘Cus all these ladies wanna fuck me
I’m speakin like the pretty bad girl
And I ain’t goin far
Yea… yea…
And I ain’t goin far

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'One Night Stand' Lyrics - Quez
Here is One Night Stand Lyrics by Quez

(Verse)
I say can you keep a secret?
Probably you will never leak it?
Swear to God that you will never speak it
Unless you with me then we tryna make a secret

(Verse)
Girl, here we go
Baby there you go
Tryna tryna stay up with the stereo
I said baby out here tryna lay up
She said okay fuck you niggas, go on and pay up

(Pre-Hook)
I say I’m gonna fuck you right baby
Let’s do what we tryna do
And girl keep following that baby
If you get it you breakin the rules

(Hook)
I don’t wanna fuck, I don’t wanna fuck
It’s a one night stand
I don’t wanna fuck, I don’t wanna fuck
It’s a one night stand

(Verse)
Man lil mama got some pretty eyes, gotta talk to er
Baby girl can tell some pretty lies, make it sound good
Girl I know you’ve been with plenty guys, say she 24
But it’s like you turned 25, it’s yo birthday

(Verse)
And we can take this thing back to yo place
And baby it’s now or never, baby don’t wait
Now she askin me why I can’t stay
And I can say is…

(Pre-Hook)
I say I’m gonna fuck you right baby
Let’s do what we tryna do
And girl keep following that baby
If you get it you breakin the rules

(Hook)
I don’t wanna fuck, I don’t wanna fuck
It’s a one night stand
I don’t wanna fuck, I don’t wanna fuck
It’s a one night stand

And if you feelin horny
Just play decent, baby call me in the morning girl
I said if you feelin horny
Just play decent, baby call me in the morning girl
Call me in the morning girl
Don’t forget to hit me up
I said call me in the morning girl
Don’t forget to hit me up girl

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'Goonies' Lyrics - Quez ft. Que, Strap & Ali
Here is Goonies Lyrics by Quez Ft. Que, Strap & Ali

(Hook)
Yall be trippin bout my home boys
Say they all look like drug dealers
Tats all over they face
Nigga they don’t put it in yo face
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Niggas keep a full pint on
Keep a whole pound of marijuana
No deal, yall niggas ain’t playin
Try them young niggas if you want it
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies

(Verse)
Look, envious mob niggas lurkin
Bought a crib, goonie, nigga shootin
I don’t gotta pay a nigga nothing
He’ll shoot you nigga just to say he shot you
Now I’m ridin on the E with the record
Side of calamari, chillin with my potna
Man these niggas say they’d kill anything
For a fresh pair to niggas like the Pradas, damn
We sho nice at the dope spot
All we gotta keep it all up
These niggas keep wearin they straps
Every time they hear the door knock
Chillin with the goonies
Do we have a problem nigga?
Chillin with the goonies
I tell em get it and they got em nigga

(Hook)
Yall be trippin bout my home boys
Say they all look like drug dealers
Tats all over they face
Nigga they don’t put it in yo face
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Niggas keep a full pint on
Keep a whole pound of marijuana
No deal, yall niggas ain’t playin
Try them young niggas if you want it
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies

(Verse)
Niggas keep a full pint on
Smoke a whole pound of marijuana
Drink a whole pint of codeine
Choppa make a fuck nigga scream
Free Snoop, free my man Gucci
Free Lil Montana and Lil Mookey
Put a hit on it like Boosy, young nigga servin that puka
Magela magela, I splurge
And my Forgiatos on the curb
I’mma keep sippin this syrup
My nigga still flippin them birds
My put a truck over there in Pittsburg
I got 50 hunned niggas online
Can’t wait to put yo ass on a show
For a pint I’ll put you in the dirt
Cuz a hoe throw it up, that Rollie
Shoot a bunch it kinda look wide open
Young nigga, no I give no fuck
Can’t wait to shoot something, blow it up
Nigga keep keep a sec on it
Trappin all day, all grew em on hoe
If you even close, we head a bitch out
Runnin what’s that, put a pistol in yo mouth

(Hook)
Yall be trippin bout my home boys
Say they all look like drug dealers
Tats all over they face
Nigga they don’t put it in yo face
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Niggas keep a full pint on
Keep a whole pound of marijuana
No deal, yall niggas ain’t playin
Try them young niggas if you want it
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies

(Verse)
My young niggas, you be wildin
If you ask who keep it rockin
My potna’s a real nigga from the islands
I’m the one who only rock, niggas try me
My potna got a Bentley and my potna got a Rarri
He never had a job and he never went to college
A whole lot of cash, no wallet
In any other city, goddamn I’m spotted
In the town money I’m getting it, all my niggas in it
20 for the chain, speak 20 for the pigment
All my niggas iced out flexin
Wonder when they did it? My nigga don’t question
Mama so you’re leavin when we sellin narcotics
Then she right, it’s to bat them body
Fire fire fire, all my young niggas bout it
They come up on a check and then they fuck it up and follow this

(Hook)
Yall be trippin bout my home boys
Say they all look like drug dealers
Tats all over they face
Nigga they don’t put it in yo face
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Niggas keep a full pint on
Keep a whole pound of marijuana
No deal, yall niggas ain’t playin
Try them young niggas if you want it
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies
Chillin with the goonies

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'Stripper Party' Lyrics - Quez ft. Ca$h Out
Here is Stripper Party Lyrics by Quez Ft. Ca$h Out

(Hook)
I got 4 bad bitches, brown skin, thick body
Shake it for a nigga, bend it over, get naughty
I’mma call up all my niggas, tell em it’s a stripper party
Tell em bring a lot of ones, we about to go retarded
Let’s have a stripper party
Let’s have a stripper party
Let’s have a stripper party
Let’s have a stripper party

(Verse)
I got chips, I got cash
We got money, we got bands
She got titties, she got ass
I’mma throw it, she gon dance
Where my phone? Call my niggas
They like nigga wut you doin?
Wut you mean what I’m doin? 4 hoes in my living room
And as soon as the phone hung up they was at the door
I mean as soon as the ones came out, they was on the floor
Yea, let’s play that song we did last week
That shit is hard, man
Fuck that hoes I hit last week, that hoe a no no
Now pop that pussy for a hundo
We do this all the time, got a pole on the condo
We hit em by the 2, now that’s what you call a combo
Bitch if you ain’t wanna fuckin party what the fuck you come for?

(Hook)
I got 4 bad bitches, brown skin, thick body
Shake it for a nigga, bend it over, get naughty
I’mma call up all my niggas, tell em it’s a stripper party
Tell em bring a lot of ones, we about to go retarded
Let’s have a stripper party
Let’s have a stripper party
Let’s have a stripper party
Let’s have a stripper party

(Verse)
Yo girl is a stripper mane, big booty truly
Quez, it’s a stripper party, so let’s make a movie
She do it on the headstand
I got paper cuts on my cuts, I ain’t doin the Band-Aids
Sweep these rodent niggas up, woop woop call me Sandman
Apollo, Gallardo, pocket filled with nacho
Cheese, blessin all these strippers
They ain’t even have to sneeze
And the party don’t stop here
You know they leavin with me
Bust up bust up bust up
Get to the room, you know we toss up toss up toss up
Shooters by the door, you know they guard me
Money interrupt broke niggas so damn pardon me

(Hook)
I got 4 bad bitches, brown skin, thick body
Shake it for a nigga, bend it over, get naughty
I’mma call up all my niggas, tell em it’s a stripper party
Tell em bring a lot of ones, we about to go retarded
Let’s have a stripper party
Let’s have a stripper party
Let’s have a stripper party
Let’s have a stripper party

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'Ya Know It' Lyrics - Quez
Here is Ya Know It Lyrics by Quez

(Hook)
Young east niggas
You know I’m getting that shit for real
Know I’m rockin all designers, give a fuck bout how you feel
Know that Rollie all gold, know my diamonds all real
Know that gas super strong, know my pot is double C
You know it

(Verse)
I got all this gold on me, I done lock on Mr. T
All these bitches come here, Aston Martin, don’t forget the fee
She walked inside my crib, she said my shit look like it’s Bloomingdale
Damn no shit like getting fly
Fashion killer, give em hell
Ain’t in set but I keep me a rocket
Quit drink lean like a alcoholic
All done fall up under that deposit
Big bank roll, ain’t never need a wallet
Uh, I don’t pop molly, how about MCM?
Bad bitches in the club, bitch now look at him
I’m ballin, I’m ballin like I hit the lotto
Aston Martin, settin trends, why you niggas follow?
I’mma cop that Aston Martin, you know that Murcielago
30 years on and still in the silver Rolls

(Hook)
Young east niggas
You know I’m getting that shit for real
Know I’m rockin all designers, give a fuck bout how you feel
Know that Rollie all gold, know my diamonds all real
Know that gas super strong, know my pot is double C
You know it

(Verse)
East side nigga, that Columbia drive nigga
Mr. let em fly nigga, I know you terrified nigga
Better run and hide nigga, better stay inside nigga
I’m with Ashton in that Aston, on 285 nigga
Big face hunnits, make a bitch go crazy
Spend a check in hunnits
I ain’t even know when she
Cuz I’m sippin lean, I’m sippin lean, I’m sippin lean
My niggas rollin green, they rollin green, they rollin green
Come on fuck with the team,
You better come and get yo bitches
Before she get behind the tent
Bet she fuckin with a real nigga, you can’t pay her rent
But I do not give her money, I just pass her to this clique uh

(Hook)
Young east niggas
You know I’m getting that shit for real
Know I’m rockin all designers, give a fuck bout how you feel
Know that Rollie all gold, know my diamonds all real
Know that gas super strong, know my pot is double C
You know it

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'Geekin' Lyrics - Quez
Here is Geekin Lyrics by Quez

(Hook)
Shawty I’ve been geekin
Got some bitches for the weekend
I spend 100 on my piece yea
And drinkin muddy got me leanin
They say I’m trappin, I’ve been geekin
I’m in designer every season
You wanna find me? I’m in here man
I fuck that seka for no reason

(Verse)
They say I’m getting chubby, my cup still muddy
My pockets getting fatter and bitches still love em
You know I keep the blammer, you niggas can’t touch me
You niggas can’t bust me, my shooter keep a fully
Choose on my next new Corvette
10 foreign bitches, got em boardin on a jet
See 100 for some stacks
Nigga got a problem with the kid? Wait here
I’m ridin through the deck
Cut that Audemar, they like damn, wasn’t it
Bust on no cigar, roll a pound, we ain’t strict
Shawty with my entourage, we got weed, codeine in here

(Hook)
Shawty I’ve been geekin
Got some bitches for the weekend
I spend 100 on my piece yea
And drinkin muddy got me leanin
They say I’m trappin, I’ve been geekin
I’m in designer every season
You wanna find me? I’m in here man
I fuck that seka for no reason

(Verse)
See my shoe game, it’s crazy mane
My whole gang is crazy mane
I don’t know what they want from me
All them bad bitches fuck em, we leave em
I’m on that half and one, bitch I’m geekin
I got some bad hoes for the weekend
I’mma drink a little, all of the week
I’m drivin fast even though I’m on E
Come and ride with me Shawty, let yo seat back
So ride with me Shawty
I like the way the light hit my diamond
Can you give me head while I’m driving?

(Hook)
Shawty I’ve been geekin
Got some bitches for the weekend
I spend 100 on my piece yea
And drinkin muddy got me leanin
They say I’m trappin, I’ve been geekin
I’m in designer every season
You wanna find me? I’m in here man
I fuck that seka for no reason

(Verse)
I’m leanin like a fool dawg
I’m on that ac, I’m on that juice dawg
London got the weed, go ahead and pass the loud
I’m tryna get high up there, way past the clouds
My niggas geek’d, they runnin round that lobby
They got hoes comin, got hoes goin, they ain’t stopping
Yo main bitch wanna chill cuz we poppin
Know white girl still poppin their mollies
Man I just drove past the police smoking on weed
Me and my niggas strapped, just smoked bout a whole P
I’m on that drank, can’t sit down, might fall asleep
I’m at the next party and all the drugs on me

(Hook)
Shawty I’ve been geekin
Got some bitches for the weekend
I spend 100 on my piece yea
And drinkin muddy got me leanin
They say I’m trappin, I’ve been geekin
I’m in designer every season
You wanna find me? I’m in here man
I fuck that seka for no reason

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'My Dawgs' Lyrics - Quez ft. Cap1
Here is My Dawgs Lyrics by Quez Ft. Cap1

(Hook)
I’m with my dawgs tonight
I’m with my dawgs tonight
I’m with my dawgs tonight
Chasin after bitches with my niggas
Pack fuckin with all them bitches
(I’m with my dawgs tonight)
If a nigga wanna catch a issue
All I gotta do is say sic em
(I’m with my dawgs tonight)
All I gotta do is say sic em
All I gotta do is say sic em
(I’m with my dawgs tonight)
All I gotta do is say sic em
All I gotta do is say sic em
(I’m with my dawgs tonight)

(Verse)
I came with my dawgs, I came with my niggas
I am the king of the jungle, I came with gorillas
And shorty, fuck all them niggas that you came with, my niggas more realer
And if you lookin’ for your bitch, she probably with me at the villa
Now I’m runnin down the city with the wolf pack
Smoking on loud, that’s a kush pack
Broke nigga man me nervous
And bad hoes is all I can look at
My little fridge is always icy
And my neck piece is always shonky
And I’m always chasin pussy
And all the bitches want me
What you tell em dawg?

(Hook)
I’m with my dawgs tonight
I’m with my dawgs tonight
I’m with my dawgs tonight
Chasin after bitches with my niggas
Pack fuckin with all them bitches
(I’m with my dawgs tonight)
If a nigga wanna catch a issue
All I gotta do is say sic em
(I’m with my dawgs tonight)
All I gotta do is say sic em
All I gotta do is say sic em
(I’m with my dawgs tonight)
All I gotta do is say sic em
All I gotta do is say sic em
(I’m with my dawgs tonight)

(Verse)
Movin with the dealers and the killers and the strippers
And the niggas crackin cars and the real money getters
And the bitches that be twerkin for a nigga if you ready
If you really wanna see it I can paint a perfect picture
All I gotta do is say sic em
Fuck around, you will be a victim
Runnin round town with the hitters
Twist a nigga bitch like Twista
Got a fully automatic, 250 round trunk
Kill a nigga whole family like Hitler
Bitch wanna fuck, I ain’t even fuckin wit er
Told a bitch to go and get a nigga liquor
All my dawgs here on the phone I’m getting richer
Double cupped up, I’m a real mud sipper
Everything on me costa check for realer
I am a Chicago real up, I skrill up
Pickin bitches ever since I remember
Called on a hoe, then she met me in December
Probably don’t care, they kill you on sight
My niggas gon hit like peeps on Christ, gone

(Hook)
I’m with my dawgs tonight
I’m with my dawgs tonight
I’m with my dawgs tonight
Chasin after bitches with my niggas
Pack fuckin with all them bitches
(I’m with my dawgs tonight)
If a nigga wanna catch a issue
All I gotta do is say sic em
(I’m with my dawgs tonight)
All I gotta do is say sic em
All I gotta do is say sic em
(I’m with my dawgs tonight)
All I gotta do is say sic em
All I gotta do is say sic em
(I’m with my dawgs tonight)

I’m with my dawgs tonight
I’m with my dawgs tonight
I’m with my dawgs tonight

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