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Travis Porter lyrics : "I'm A Dog"

(Intro)
We got London On Da Track
DJ Ill Will,

More than just your wifey's favorite DJ
He's yours too, admit it
Go ahead

(Hook x2)
Man I'm in that bit boy chief with no doors
And I'm off in Magic City, $#&@in with the hoes

And I got a big thing for that 1-4
And I got yo (*##$ standing on the aisle 4
(Verse)

I'm from the city of the house, top floor loss
OG joints, with my lawyer playin golf
Ok I took the top off, took them doors off

Yo (*##$ wanna vibe, make er take a drive south
Ok, double cup syrup, liquor make me hurl
The %#@! I had her doin, mad I hope that ain't yo girl

Turn 5 in a 20, 20 to a 50
50 to 100, ^!$$% love getting money
20000$ bands, I love getting checks

Long sleeves with the match, do some lawn skin sex
Getting money so easy
#~!!@ ^!$$% be easy

Got goons on the big boy toys, you know damn right that's squeezy
(Hook x2)
Man I'm in that bit boy chief with no doors

And I'm off in Magic City, $#&@in with the hoes
And I got a big thing for that 1-4
And I got yo (*##$ standing on the aisle 4

(Verse)
Got mo in this bit, can I get a witness?
A lot of (*##$es, bad truck lifted

Please don't take it personal, doin strictly business
$#&@ them ^!$$%s, I hope they get offended
Party on my wrist and that (*##$ flooded

Man that kiss his girlfriend, now they kissin cousins
Hang around a bunch of bees so my ^!$$%'s buzzin
I don't know about yours but my ^!$$%'s thuggin

And I'm fresh off the rack
And I smell like a pie, you think I'm fresh off the trap
And my pants cost a rack, man you know you can't afford this %#@!

20-13, Mr. Porter %#@!
(Hook x2)
Man I'm in that bit boy chief with no doors

And I'm off in Magic City, $#&@in with the hoes
And I got a big thing for that 1-4
And I got yo (*##$ standing on the aisle 4

(Verse)
We get that chick and made movies
Might hit and it's up on the tudy, pull a bump a juvi

My (*##$ bout her money, you see paper on her catscan
Flat black, cool thing, ho I'm Batman
Honey bear, do the math, that's a 100 band

Ho you understand? All we talk is rubber bands
Chico leave in that Jeep with no doors on it
Yall ^!$$%s TTG, let you hoes on

Gold plaques on my condo wall
Like my ^!$$% Guwap I'mma go my dog
^!$$% talkin money, who you got involves with yall?

Real street ^!$$% but we live above the law
(Hook x2)
Man I'm in that bit boy chief with no doors

And I'm off in Magic City, $#&@in with the hoes
And I got a big thing for that 1-4
And I got yo (*##$ standing on the aisle 4


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