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Rayven Justice – Doggin’ Lyrics

Doggin’ Lyrics – Rayven Justice

Mmm go brazy
Hazy

Real talk
Can’t be worried about no bitch dog
Countin’ blues make my dick hard
Tryna get it like 2Pac balling
I ain’t shit baby I been doggin’

Can’t be worried about no bitch dog
Counting blues make my dick hard
Tryna get it like 2Pac ballin
I ain’t shit baby I been doggin’

I ain’t shit, I’m the shit though
All these bitches on my dick, it’s a freak show
If I tell the gang blitz, better get low
Hoes get played where I’m from better coach them
Bro can’t hang where I’m from, they’ll smoke ’em
All this game in my vein come from Oakland
If yo mans end up bodied we don’t know shit
I done swerved in that lane with that glizzy in my hand
Percs for the pain these hoes can’t get in my head
Fuck all the fame cause a nigga don’t care
I do bitches scandalous y’all wouldn’t understand it

Real talk
Can’t be worried about no bitch dog
Countin’ blues make my dick hard
Tryna get it like 2Pac balling
I ain’t shit baby I been doggin’

Can’t be worried about no bitch dog
Counting blues make my dick hard
Tryna get it like 2Pac ballin
I ain’t shit baby I been doggin’

I thinkin’ about no bitch cause I ain’t want them
Trying to get a couple bricks from me and bro hand
Put a 6 on her shit if she ain’t with the program
Dollar fit on that 6, makin’ eight ain’t no more grams
I’ll put little baby on the blade just to get me paid
Got two loaded Glocks on the escalade
Pop out, get him dropped
Fuck his escapade
I popped two percacets, made me elevate
It’s that yerk talk, head shots skirt off
Tell his baby mama get the head with her skirt off
Bitch snatched my soul, got me dead with my shirt off
Me and my mans hit the trap, count the bands
Get the work off
Little nigga handle more beef than strong enough
At the neck off the nigga I know he lost
Best friend get me neck off the liquor she hold my balls
Picked again, make the bitch run my errands and take my calls
Hundred thousand for an AP
At tito’s with your mama but you hate me
Carl trying to charge me for some weed like it ain’t me
Nah I’m cappin’ I’m just playing that’s my mother fuckin baby
Hit the bank, get a bag, run it up then go brazy
Smoke a whole bowl of zaza, this rental car hazy
Trying to do no drive by, hop out and face ’em
Ain’t gone be the same when I smoke that nigga like I laced him
All my diamonds actually real, got them bitch from DH store
When my ex pop a pill, know that bitch still taste me
Niggas keep playing with that drank
Give it here I ain’t gon’ waste it
Pour that soda in my big bro drank

Real talk
Can’t be worried about no bitch dog
Countin’ blues make my dick hard
Tryna get it like 2Pac balling
I ain’t shit baby I been doggin’

Can’t be worried about no bitch dog
Counting blues make my dick hard
Tryna get it like 2Pac ballin
I ain’t shit baby I been doggin’

Aye, Mackavelli in this hoe
I don’t care about no hoe
I’ll verify that hoe
Niggas knockin’ at the door because I’m up and now that broke
Baby laughed when I was down but gone be thirsty when I blow
Probably out there fuckin niggas that I know
I done done it all bae like shawty lo
I done got it on my own yeah they know
Ain’t e-40 you can’t tell me when to go
I’m big stepping in Channel double CC’s
Holla beep beep I got it out the deep East
Catch me up in Prada, Louie, and Givenchy
Can’t be worried about no bitch that’s gone need me

Real talk, can’t be worried about no bitch dog
Countin’ blues make my dick hard
Trying to get it like 2Pac balled
I ain’t shit baby, I been dogged
Can’t be worried about no bitch dog
Countin’ blues make my dick hard
Trying to get it like 2Pac balled
I ain’t shit baby, I been dogged