All Dogs go to Heaven ft. OG Ted Lyrics

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Maybe if I die, I'll turn into a goat

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Once I get her, don't want her, I'll throw her away

I don't fuck with these rappers, they fuck up my day

I've been working for this, what else more can I say

These people, they love me, I'm the reason they pray

I hop in your lobby and go catch a body

Yes, I'ma white boy, but my name isn't Johnny

You fuckin' with me, Ted is shooting the Tommy

You runnin' with gang, lil bitches Akatsuki

You gangsters be snitchin' and talkin' too much

Last second, I'm runnin' and comin' in clutch

You wanted the smoke, how you rollin' the dutch

But there's jealousy every time you go puff

I touch in your town every time, that's a must

They talkin' and dissin' like I give a fuck

Yeah, my name is a dick, you can suck on these nuts

You bringin' that up, then you actin' real sus

You know my name, now you talk to me nice

I'm bringin' up mamas, I'm bringin' up wives

I'm bringin' up children, I'm bringin' up knives

You fuckin' with them, then you really get sized

I gotta stop, I gotta breathe

Ted got your BM she down on her knees

How would I know? Cause I filmed the whole thing

I'ma nasty motherfucker, these bitches a tease

A viral disease, a dog with some fleas

I'm scratchin' them off like the lottery

Tickets, you missed it, I'm runnin' the distance

Like goodbye, good riddance

I'm juice in the finish

You don't even get it, it's over the head

Tough talk from a dude off of a perk

Your homie or God, who you seein' first

You run up, get murked with your face on a shirt

He got put in a hearse

We come from the mud, I mean put in the dirt

And we walked in the club with my glock in her purse

She gon' go left, we gon' pop at him first

I was born on the third, get that check by the first

Say they want smoke, but that shit sound absurd

Blowing that shit like I ain't got no lungs

They say they want war, but we keep us some guns

We do this for fun

I keep me a heater, I blow it if needed

You want this lil' bitch, you can have her, don't need her

They know they can't beat us, we break em' off fever

I ride with my demons if you wanna meet em

I remember the times I was broke an couldn't keep up

I had BDBs and they told me to beat it

Now they play my new shit when it come out they speaker

His bitch tryna link up, I'm not tryna see her

You was my lil' homie till we started beefin

You say you my family, but why you be tweakin'

I shared off my plate and these niggas got greedy

These niggas is bitches, these bitches is heathens

You hang with my opps, I don't know how you breathin

We catch you down bad, we gon' beat it and beat you

We not tryna kill you, I'm just tryna teach you

We was ballin' together, now you in the bleachers

Y'all know my number, I'm pressin' the issue

I'll smack your big homie, I don't need no pistol

I'm Bobby Mercer when I'm back in the D

And I throw up that signal, they comin' to get you

All dogs go to heaven, see that is the title

They spinnin' ya block like they playin' a vinyl

I'm like 4-0, this is Shaft in the final

When I finally make it, I'm killin' my idols

Beefing is suicide, this the assist

When you see me in public, I hope you get pissed

And I turned to a rockstar, you stayed as a bitch

And I rock broken promises, that is my fit

This shit gettin' cold, let me put on the mitten

You ain't smokin' packs, how you lie in your writtens

They say I took an L, boy, you gotta be kiddin

They don't fuck with you cause you lackin' the vision

Give a fuck how you feelin', we came in your building

We brought it in with us, don't think that we slippin

Get hit in your fitted, this shit in my blunt

This shit is so sticky, the bitch that I'm with

The bitch is too picky, I swear she the thickest

Ain't got time to kick it, can't talk to them niggas

Don't talk to them bitches, just talk to the label

If you wanna get me, I'm actin' sadistic

I hop in the coupe and I'm switchin' the clutch

She suckin' me off while I'm countin' these ones

She say that it's fun

You textin' her phone, we fuck up her bun

See you when she done

You leave it to beaver

I don't want to see her, you want her, can keep her

How you wanna keep her? This bitch is a cheater

She hotter than fevers, she throwin' it back

I'ma catcher, receiver