Pups
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โฑ๏ธ 2:29 duration
๐ ID: 8065809
๐ Lyrics
Arf, arf, arf
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (Right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Now where my dawgs at?
I said get at me
I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef
Get at me
Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne
Get at me
Never tacky, jeans made by Acne
Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis
It's about to get uglier than Balenciagas
Felt bad I never finished college
Now we fuckin' cuties with booties in Dapper Dan silk pajamas
Livin' the dream, open up your eyelids
Me and Flacko on a island with a few bad bitches
How my cousin make a mil' off a du-rag business?
All my dawgs with the shit, you with a few cat litters
All the yellow with the black like the Wu back
Back when I was rentin' beds, I was still catchin' head
If I was bussin' dishes, I'd be still fuckin' bitches
Boof pack, gift wrapped just like Christmas
Gone for a minute, now I'm back, did you miss me?
Had the whole Harlem World wearin' Under Armours
Under the armors, I'm a pretty mothafuckin' comma
Gorgeous comma, pretty much about to fuck your mama
Kinda runnin' late for this meetin' with Obama
I ain't mean it to rhyme, but call me when your mind right
Meet me with your romper, CC me when the vibe right
More money, more problem, more chopper, more drama
And I got these hoes, feelin' like Mo Bamba
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Who gon' do what? My dawgs gon' tool up
Nigga, look out, 'cause look down like one, two, fucked
And we don't give two fucks
Where I'm from, you lunch, you food
Niggas called your bluff
Pockets Warren Buffett, security guard too buff
I like my songs screwed up
I own a gold toothbrush, I get my gold tooth buffed
I'ma stomp a nigga out in Timberland nubuck
Young Buck, too buck, Benz truck, new truck
Big horns, tuba, more good than Guba
They tried to hit us like Huey with the armpits up
But we swerved through the bullets, get your targets up
Hood Pope up in this bitch, in Trap Lord we trust
Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
I said get at me
I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef
Get at me
Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne
Get at me
Never tacky, jeans made by Acne
Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (Right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Now where my dawgs at?
I said get at me
I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef
Get at me
Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne
Get at me
Never tacky, jeans made by Acne
Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis
It's about to get uglier than Balenciagas
Felt bad I never finished college
Now we fuckin' cuties with booties in Dapper Dan silk pajamas
Livin' the dream, open up your eyelids
Me and Flacko on a island with a few bad bitches
How my cousin make a mil' off a du-rag business?
All my dawgs with the shit, you with a few cat litters
All the yellow with the black like the Wu back
Back when I was rentin' beds, I was still catchin' head
If I was bussin' dishes, I'd be still fuckin' bitches
Boof pack, gift wrapped just like Christmas
Gone for a minute, now I'm back, did you miss me?
Had the whole Harlem World wearin' Under Armours
Under the armors, I'm a pretty mothafuckin' comma
Gorgeous comma, pretty much about to fuck your mama
Kinda runnin' late for this meetin' with Obama
I ain't mean it to rhyme, but call me when your mind right
Meet me with your romper, CC me when the vibe right
More money, more problem, more chopper, more drama
And I got these hoes, feelin' like Mo Bamba
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Who gon' do what? My dawgs gon' tool up
Nigga, look out, 'cause look down like one, two, fucked
And we don't give two fucks
Where I'm from, you lunch, you food
Niggas called your bluff
Pockets Warren Buffett, security guard too buff
I like my songs screwed up
I own a gold toothbrush, I get my gold tooth buffed
I'ma stomp a nigga out in Timberland nubuck
Young Buck, too buck, Benz truck, new truck
Big horns, tuba, more good than Guba
They tried to hit us like Huey with the armpits up
But we swerved through the bullets, get your targets up
Hood Pope up in this bitch, in Trap Lord we trust
Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
I said get at me
I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef
Get at me
Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne
Get at me
Never tacky, jeans made by Acne
Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.02] Arf, arf, arf
[00:08.84] Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[00:11.86] Where my dawgs at? (Right here, dawg)
[00:14.37] Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[00:16.89] Now where my dawgs at?
[00:19.38] I said get at me
[00:20.02] I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef
[00:21.42] Get at me
[00:22.88] Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne
[00:24.48] Get at me
[00:25.10] Never tacky, jeans made by Acne
[00:27.10] Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis
[00:29.96] It's about to get uglier than Balenciagas
[00:32.64] Felt bad I never finished college
[00:34.16] Now we fuckin' cuties with booties in Dapper Dan silk pajamas
[00:37.23] Livin' the dream, open up your eyelids
[00:39.05] Me and Flacko on a island with a few bad bitches
[00:41.85] How my cousin make a mil' off a du-rag business?
[00:43.98] All my dawgs with the shit, you with a few cat litters
[00:46.57] All the yellow with the black like the Wu back
[00:49.06] Back when I was rentin' beds, I was still catchin' head
[00:51.67] If I was bussin' dishes, I'd be still fuckin' bitches
[00:54.36] Boof pack, gift wrapped just like Christmas
[00:57.02] Gone for a minute, now I'm back, did you miss me?
[00:59.21] Had the whole Harlem World wearin' Under Armours
[01:01.65] Under the armors, I'm a pretty mothafuckin' comma
[01:04.44] Gorgeous comma, pretty much about to fuck your mama
[01:07.38] Kinda runnin' late for this meetin' with Obama
[01:08.85] I ain't mean it to rhyme, but call me when your mind right
[01:11.69] Meet me with your romper, CC me when the vibe right
[01:14.03] More money, more problem, more chopper, more drama
[01:16.68] And I got these hoes, feelin' like Mo Bamba
[01:18.63] Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[01:21.28] Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[01:23.45] Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[01:25.93] Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[01:28.57] Who gon' do what? My dawgs gon' tool up
[01:31.27] Nigga, look out, 'cause look down like one, two, fucked
[01:33.45] And we don't give two fucks
[01:34.86] Where I'm from, you lunch, you food
[01:36.56] Niggas called your bluff
[01:37.55] Pockets Warren Buffett, security guard too buff
[01:39.56] I like my songs screwed up
[01:40.92] I own a gold toothbrush, I get my gold tooth buffed
[01:43.49] I'ma stomp a nigga out in Timberland nubuck
[01:45.73] Young Buck, too buck, Benz truck, new truck
[01:48.55] Big horns, tuba, more good than Guba
[01:50.84] They tried to hit us like Huey with the armpits up
[01:53.58] But we swerved through the bullets, get your targets up
[01:55.73] Hood Pope up in this bitch, in Trap Lord we trust
[01:58.32] Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[02:00.84] Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[02:03.40] Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[02:05.68] Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[02:07.77] I said get at me
[02:09.02] I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef
[02:10.94] Get at me
[02:11.82] Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne
[02:13.21] Get at me
[02:14.09] Never tacky, jeans made by Acne
[02:16.01] Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis
[02:17.72]
[00:08.84] Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[00:11.86] Where my dawgs at? (Right here, dawg)
[00:14.37] Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[00:16.89] Now where my dawgs at?
[00:19.38] I said get at me
[00:20.02] I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef
[00:21.42] Get at me
[00:22.88] Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne
[00:24.48] Get at me
[00:25.10] Never tacky, jeans made by Acne
[00:27.10] Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis
[00:29.96] It's about to get uglier than Balenciagas
[00:32.64] Felt bad I never finished college
[00:34.16] Now we fuckin' cuties with booties in Dapper Dan silk pajamas
[00:37.23] Livin' the dream, open up your eyelids
[00:39.05] Me and Flacko on a island with a few bad bitches
[00:41.85] How my cousin make a mil' off a du-rag business?
[00:43.98] All my dawgs with the shit, you with a few cat litters
[00:46.57] All the yellow with the black like the Wu back
[00:49.06] Back when I was rentin' beds, I was still catchin' head
[00:51.67] If I was bussin' dishes, I'd be still fuckin' bitches
[00:54.36] Boof pack, gift wrapped just like Christmas
[00:57.02] Gone for a minute, now I'm back, did you miss me?
[00:59.21] Had the whole Harlem World wearin' Under Armours
[01:01.65] Under the armors, I'm a pretty mothafuckin' comma
[01:04.44] Gorgeous comma, pretty much about to fuck your mama
[01:07.38] Kinda runnin' late for this meetin' with Obama
[01:08.85] I ain't mean it to rhyme, but call me when your mind right
[01:11.69] Meet me with your romper, CC me when the vibe right
[01:14.03] More money, more problem, more chopper, more drama
[01:16.68] And I got these hoes, feelin' like Mo Bamba
[01:18.63] Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[01:21.28] Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[01:23.45] Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[01:25.93] Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[01:28.57] Who gon' do what? My dawgs gon' tool up
[01:31.27] Nigga, look out, 'cause look down like one, two, fucked
[01:33.45] And we don't give two fucks
[01:34.86] Where I'm from, you lunch, you food
[01:36.56] Niggas called your bluff
[01:37.55] Pockets Warren Buffett, security guard too buff
[01:39.56] I like my songs screwed up
[01:40.92] I own a gold toothbrush, I get my gold tooth buffed
[01:43.49] I'ma stomp a nigga out in Timberland nubuck
[01:45.73] Young Buck, too buck, Benz truck, new truck
[01:48.55] Big horns, tuba, more good than Guba
[01:50.84] They tried to hit us like Huey with the armpits up
[01:53.58] But we swerved through the bullets, get your targets up
[01:55.73] Hood Pope up in this bitch, in Trap Lord we trust
[01:58.32] Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[02:00.84] Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[02:03.40] Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[02:05.68] Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
[02:07.77] I said get at me
[02:09.02] I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef
[02:10.94] Get at me
[02:11.82] Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne
[02:13.21] Get at me
[02:14.09] Never tacky, jeans made by Acne
[02:16.01] Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis
[02:17.72]