hair of da dog Lyrics

Lot of talk but I ain't feelin' shit

Damn right we in this bitch

Buddy get to trippin', guaranteed we finna end this bitch

Have my old shit, taking sauce my swag is endless bitch

Fell asleep

Nodding off

Hit the curb

Flipped the whip

Check ya hoe

Where she at

I bet she laying next to me

Dirt bitch

Said that I'm her man

Play SiR - The Recipe

Plug called, need to get it off

I serve the recipe

Good boy, mind still of a dog and I can break a P

Is you shitting me

Got to be kidding me

Cut as hell

I'm still eating candy

That's the kid in me

Name one nigga tried me

Guaranteed it ain't no bitch in me

Mad man, they like where you at

I'm where the bitches be

It ain't no bitch in me

Madman nigga I be where the bitches be

All my niggas we be countin' money got the recipe

3.0, twin turbo, nigga I'm in a fuckin' beem

I just spun a opp block, nigga why you cockblock

Nigga got a problem with me, we gon' send him bye bye

We gon' send him to the sky, I just lit some fuckin' fye

Smokin' on that shit that made your lil' cousin cry

Is you shittin' me? Got to be kidding me

I once crashed a van off a xan, I ain't fuckin' lie

I be jogging to the bank laughin' til I fuckin' cry

Ima really be that fuckin' nigga til I fuckin' die

Ima really pull the fuckin' trigger if this shit get tight

Ima always hold the fuckin' strap like a fuckin' dyke

I be off the za soarin' high like a fuckin' kite

I be in the burbs posted up like I'm fuckin' white