Kalan.FrFr - Big Dog lyrics
[Intro] Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Woah-woah, woah (Ayy) [Verse 1] All-white toes, real long cornrows A million bikini, she don't wear cheap clothes I'ma pull up with in the all-white Rolls Can you unlock the door of your room, yeah-yeah? Can I eat/hit it on the stove? Baby, you a freak, why you keep hittin' on my clothes Balenciaga cheap, you know I'm buyin' out the store Just bought her some diamonds, finna buy her ass some more (Ooh-woah, ooh-woah), oh You ain't know I was a big dog (Big dog) fu*k her on the floor, I got your b*tch callin' (Yeah, yeah) I made twenty off a show, bae, I'm big ballin' (Yеah) And I ain't even sayin', that's my drip talkin' (Drip) She bе runnin' from that dick like she Crip walkin' (Runnin' from that dick) She be sayin, "Boy, bool", like she a Blood or something (Oh, ooh-woah) She love to talk her sh*t like the plug or something (Yeah, yeah) Bae, let's go to CVS, gon' get some water or something [Chorus] fu*kin' you like we in love or something (fu*kin' you like) Put this Rollie on the [?], get your order in (Get your order in) I be fiendin' for that pussy like it's drug or something (Oh, ooh-woah) She with all the sh*t, my lil' thug or something (Yeah, yeah) Baby, let me get your [?] right (Let me get your [?] right) I ain't no su*ka, I ain't no how you look at [?] tight And I know your last ni**a ain't it hit right (No) She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right, yeah (Yeah) [Post-Chorus] She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right, yeah, yeah, yeah She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right, yeah, yeah She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right [Verse 2] All-white toes, real long cornrows Balenciaga heavy, she don't wear cheap clothes I must be pulling up in the all-white Rolls Baby, take off your clothes (Take off your clothes) I'm that ni**a and she know Every time she pull up, I be puttin' on a show Balenciaga cheap, you know I'm buyin' out the store fu*k you like I'm fresh out and I'm goin' back on the road, oh/woah You ain't know I was big dog Double R in the driveway, no Rick Ross I be trickin', I ain't trippin' what that sh*t cost Ooh, she love Balenciaga, she a big boss And she a bad b*tch (Yeah), with your ass did She do lashes, she go to shcool, take classes And she hood, so you know she get ratchet Baby, let me get you right, let's hit Saks Fifth [Chorus] fu*kin' you like we in love or something (In love) Put this Rollie on the [?], get your order in (Yeah, yeah) I be fiendin' for that pussy like it's drug or something (Oh, ooh-woah) She with all the sh*t, my lil' thug or something (Yeah, yeah) Baby, let me get your [?] right (Let me get your [?] right) I ain't no su*ka, I ain't no how you look at [?] tight And I know your last ni**a ain't it hit right (No, no) She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right, yeah (Yeah) [Post-Chorus] She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right, yeah, yeah, yeah She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right She gon' spend the night when she want me to get her right, yeah, yeah Woah, woah, oh-oh, oh-oh Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Ooh-woah, woah-woah, oh, oh