Rick Ross - Dog Food lyrics

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Rick Ross - Dog Food lyrics

I stroll up your block, I go where I wanna I look like a baller, I talk like a owner Shoot for the stars, shoot up your corner Black Bel Air baller, bust ‘em like a Corona n***a mean with the rock, blow trout in the lot Heidi Klum and my neighbors, sippin’ sazerac with Barack Blonde b**h is the bomb, she know I’m a threat A n***a rich as Saddam, just build a house in Tebet It’s that dog food n***a, know I’m k**in’ the b**h It’s that A L Post post talk, you getting kibble and bits They talkin’ fast talk now, they send us in quick You in your bed tied down, you on some menacing sh** Timberland boots, black trench coat Kept on all of my chains, cuz this game cutthroat n***as wanna be weasels, till they put in the [?) Snatch you like Joey [?), walk through the city of dough Got a few watches, got some sh** up my sleeve Got you b**h in the Lamborghini, she barley can breathe I don’t know her name, I call her pa**enger seat All I want is a brain, so f** a master degree I ball like I’m Maly, ball like I’m Wade, ball like I’m ‘Bron I like the lobster filet My obsession is hoes, stone crabs outta Joes I can make one wish, murder all of my foes Shades cost 10, my car: half a mil They say I’m the man, shawty low know it real We keep the cash in the back, keep them guns in the front You know just where we at, so you can come when you want I fill my cut to the top, whether purple or not My b**h look like Toni Braxton, from you makin’ me hot Throw the white in the pot, my future look bright Did my wrongs in the dark, long as that paper look right It’s that dog food n***a, it’s that Al Poe top I can jump off a jet, and go jump straight in the water If there’s beef then there’s beef, they can’t sleep on me My dogs dressed like ninjas, [?) the rice on me Life is a gamble, I’m so mean with the dice Head crack with the left, I’m hitting trips with right I’m in that b**h, b**h I’m on fire I’m in that b**h, I’m on fire, b**h I’m on fire It’s the dog food, let my dogs eat No, she a dog, b**h, I let my dog beat I’m in my dogs Bens, and had it all week I’m sippin’ Bel AIr, I’m tryna drown me So f** the rap game, they tried to down me I’m still strapped mayne, it’s [?) county If you a f** boy, stay the f** from ’round me If you a f** boy, stay the f** from ’round me Stones in my pocket, stone washed jeans Label the Mastermind my, elaborate schemes They say I’m a [?), because I gotta prefect it Take 200 racks just the “huh” on your racket It’s the dog food let my dogs eat I got 50Ms, I’m talkin’ straight cheese 50Ms, I’m talkin’ straight cheese