Sir Michael Rocks I'm Doggin'
Swag splash, classy
Nappy headed, nasty
Nigga 22, bad bitches shaking ass meat
Chunky ass donkeys
A nice new condo, master bedroom junk
I'm waiting on the housekeeper
Keep a couple peepers talking about
A double feature. I be diving in that pussy
Best believe I'm going deeper
Beeper beeping off the leash, cell phone be going apeshit
I got that grape shit, you could taste it
When you sealing the blunt, man
It's always more to the story
But keep it short and sweet
Cause most of y'all bitches bore me...
4x4 Jeeps rolling in line
Call up my cousin Keith and tell him it's time
To bring the drinks out
Cause Jackson and Ben Frank out with us
And a couple of my girls work at Urban Outfitters
And soon as they shift up, I scoop em for the pick-up
And I hit em from the back
Like they're trying to lose the hiccups
[Hook:]
I'm doggin, I'm doggin...
Build a bridge and get off it
Still whippin soda
Waxing, taxing, hoes be selecting me
Whippin, soda, that-that's the recipe
Neiman, Nautica, Birdwatch, Audobons
Bitches put your powder on, it's finna be hot, man
But I dunn held it down
Nigga, to hell with y'all
Don't make me spell it out
Like you children
I scale the walls of your building
We feel we about to make millions
But until then, we building
Get familiar, would it kill ya
To bill a couple bills for a trill nigga
I'll nigga, fish gill gumpy ass boy
Don't let a shark chomp ya in half
Your heart chakra will stop
So stop punnin' for ass
And get up to the paper like you got a subscription
Cause the crib got a lot of additions, like
Rooms, attic, new fabric, who average?
Over this way, you niggas knowing
I get off like a sick day
I'm rolling with some tall ass niggas like Dikembe
We out in the Dominican, it's muy caliente
[Hook]