Nathan Jay - Dogs lyrics

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Nathan Jay - Dogs lyrics

[Saek] sh** teeth bad posture and a middle finger I leave 'em with the type of taste that tend to f**ing linger My pain tolerance is bordering on masochism Leave my set with a quiet crowd and stabbing victim Can you make it quick? I've got some sh** to do Up in Nathan Jay's Mercedes in a parking lot at two Hop up out the whip, two straps like a jansport On the bright side he ain't gotta pay his landlord (Stop the dogs from barkin, then proceed to walk in) His crummy a** apartment, check the fridge I'm starving Lit swisher in my shaky a** hand Cup to the brim with some contraband I play the vodka with that OJ, pour up I only trust 'em 'bout as far as I can throw up OE in the middle of rain Zaeko and Saek, AE in the middle of GAENG, let's go [Bishop Malik] Yo we the type to turn enemies into origami And fill tommy guns with salami shooting meat at your mommy Lace all the indo with s**ual innuendo I'm calling out to your kinfolk, most of my sh** has been spoke, so Next up is pops who is parked in the parking lot Waiting up for the one he calls son, sicced him with barking dogs, and Hopped in the Benz with Nathan Jay and the GAENG Sipping Orenthal James and vodka, we be white women slaying I mean I'm playing, but test the best and get f**ed My patience is running thin and then you'll be destined for dust At best you'll be left for dead, left with the pestilence puss We be the best and I can tell you won't be messing with us Lessen the stress, chop off your head, pay you some severance, blood Never been bitter, but the thought of you tastes sicker than nut, what's up? f** with us, not even fit for food for the dogs Just food for thought next time you think that we be less than some gods, bruh GAENG [Kell] Cocaina on my fingers got meters of nose sweeters And ether, and the heater, sh** that I don't need to Talk about, sh**, I thought it out Cops shouting' freeze but I'm thawed out, so eat your f**ing heart out Or I'll get my dogs to do it, K E double hockey sticks The name that makes you wanna hawk and spit, talk my motherf**in' sh** Like I'm bout it, rowdy, you can hear me shout it At the top of my lungs like, I f**in' doubt it You ain't learn to stand out, and all you take is handouts And all I take is what I want, how my life planned out How my life been lived, homie you ain't been sh** You corny, mushy, and a f**in' b**h, like grits Got three for them zits up on your face, pop Got two straps in my waistbands, Glocks And I've been on one, you can hear 'em yell "Stop!" Count to zero, got them chewing' off your face; Dogs [Zaeko] Nice teeth straight back and I'll break your finger The only taste that tend to linger's from your fake demeanor So stop the stage cuz I just wanna be man-o-war Bodies on my lawn and oh look it it's my land lord Yo I'm the type to turn everyone into Jeffrey Fahmer Loaded up on d** and k**ed my friends way to nirvana The best I had to guess but I'm still standin up Say your gods, backwards dogs but why you barkin like a pup Cocaina pourin fill my candy cane socks Shocked when the cops shout freeze, I froze em off Three, two, one please smile before you drop Zero break yo mirror carve your face up like a dog Now I'm gunnin while I run inside the benz Paint the roses paintin posies paint it all stain red It's a pretty bit of pestilence your barkin at the knees I believe I'm optimistic, click, flash, say cheeze