Freeway - Dot lyrics

[Verse 1: Greg p**n] I wasn't born to win the lotto, so I'm back up in the brothel With a bottle of them Oxys and a baby with a body That'll pay me when she empty but she tempt me when she horny Cuz she said that I'm a doggie, Ima keep it 60-40 Haha, is but who isn't, when your dick is made of lizard And your flows are [?] And it can't cool without him, is it n***as ain't sh** but b**hes ain't sh** neither That's why I don't let no mami duck on hardly how I treat 'em [?] Global fulfilling h*mo cuz my mojo screamin' 'Yolo' In the Lobo with the mansions and the maxins with the munchies And a dose on every motherf**er lookin' at me funny They waitin' for this dickin', n***as waiting for permission To drop on where they drippin', the bottom of the kitchen Fryin' for they chicken that they chain up while they twitchin' Life's a b**h but I ain't b**hin' Just tell her switch positions like Hold, hold up, I'm about to boss Crack up in this and disappear up in this magic dot Back to the lancy where the Xannies and the candies Every blunt is laced it's like [?] If we ain't on the corner then we up in cousin Danny's With a slim, tryna pull it like a hammy [Hook] It's P-H-I-L-A Dot, all night all day it don't stop Rock ya body, rock, rock ya body rock Rock ya body, rock, rock ya body rock Pick 'em up Chop 'em down Everybody score when we touch down [Verse 2: Freeway] Everybody scorin' because everybody borin' My flow must be from Jupiter because everybody martians I will unload the drum and then have everybody marchin' I might pull a drum into black kids in my apartment They a harmony and holly, oh but they might catch a body Getting women from the D, stretch her out like it's Pilates I got two full clips, none of this karate I'm gonna ch-ch-chop you on the hood, Mr Miyake I'm in Northfield, prolly, I'm in LA I'm in China Russian women give me no discussion about vagina We just f**in' she just s**in' I'm just bustin' on her hiney Big a** big bits why the hell they call her tiny In the hotel lobby with a whole brick, whole scale Oz for whole scale, don't tell Mick Multi If you tell him Ima off you No time for jail time, no time for law suits That boy been on point, harpooned And we all thuggin', so we all moved [Hook]