Yung Ma**ina - Still My Dog lyrics

[Intro] Ain't nothing changed, I'm loyal to the game n***a Just do your thang, my n***a you remain n***a And f** the fame I'll aways be the same n***a The same n***a, The same n***a [Hook] You still my dog, You still my dog You still my dog, You still my dog You still my dog, You still my dog You still my motherf**ing dog You still my dog, You still my dog You still my dog, You still my dog You still my dog, You still my dog You still my motherf**ing dog Ain't nothing changed, I'm loyal to the game n***a Just do your thang, my n***a you remain n***a And f** the fame I'll aways be the same n***a The same n***a, The same n***a [Verse 1] My n***a, my dog, my motherf**ing partner Until the day I go, man I motherf**ing got ya All the nights we done sat up, breaking down them collards We was sweeping out the product, raking in them dollars Club Libra popping bottles, thumbing through them checks Having contests to see how many b**hes we could catch ‘Member when I got that text, said lil Ronnie touched your sack So we bussed that n***a head, took the bread and that was that We used to hang on ‘em, we used to bang on ‘em No subway for them b**hes, just ran a train on ‘em That's when you changed on me over Tonya k**ings Started tripping when you heard I had her legs up to the ceiling Catching feelings ‘bout a female dog I ain't calling you a b**h but you was acting like a female dog That's when we fell off, my n***a I'ma let you go But ain't sh** changed bruh I gotta let you know [Hook] [Verse 2] My girl, my world, my motherf**ing gutta (b**h) Until the day I go, I'ma motherf**ing love ya Missed calls, missing rubbers, know that sh** I did was wack No receipt for the past baby I can't take it back ‘member we was blowing thrax, listening to Tha Carter I promised you a ring and you promised me a daughter The blunt got shorter and then we got our groove on You said it's too long, girl it's been too long Now you done moved on, got tired of waiting on me You got a new n***a, had a baby on me And I ain't hating homie but that was f**ed up And I can't even trip ‘cause girl I f**ed up But trust I ain't trying to get y'all to stress Good luck with the fam man I wish y'all the best Yes, and though I gotta let you go Ain't sh** changed girl I gotta let you know [Hook]