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  • Iamsu! – Dogs letras

    [Verse 1]
    Suzy gon’ run up them commas
    My new chick’s [?] Madonna
    They ain’t let you in the club
    They shut the club down, so fuck em
    Suzy be sliding through customs
    Suzy been killing production
    Baddest lil bitch that you cuffing
    Cut that lil bitch off, she nothing
    Suzy the man with the plan
    Suzy got bitches in France
    Suzy might run the same outfit back
    Might do it again
    Suzy get paid to party
    Suzy gon’ smell like a Marley
    Suzy spent thousand on Carty’s
    Suzy be up with no coffee
    I own a couple of businesses
    I lost a couple of friends and shit
    I just pulled up to the dealership
    I know my niggas gon’ feel this shit
    I cannot tell you what year we in
    I’m on another planet
    I’m on another country
    Speak to the plug in Spanish
    Hola amigo, que paso?
    On 23rd with the vatos
    Niggas be feeling themselves, get filled with them shells
    Bitch it’s like a taco
    Suzy the man with the mula
    Smoking the swisher with Budha
    Suzy got plug on the [?]
    Suzy got plug on the Puma
    Suzy cold, better drop off
    I’m out of gas and I’m coughin y’all
    I just got off of a conference call
    They want to know what the concert costs
    20 racks if I’m friendly
    Swaggin’ since elementary
    Drippin’ sauce since the bike days
    Young 6 Speed on a 10-speed
    6’ 5” with a sick vibe
    Never let a fuck nigga slide
    When I pull up in a slick ride
    I’ma let a thick girl drive
    I got the flow, it’s on autopilot
    I met some girls, they was all about it
    Ask me if I got a plan B
    Honestly I never thought about it
    I’m on my way but I’m serving
    Stick to the plan but it’s perfect
    I don’t feel none of your energy
    Really you making me nervous
    Pull up in Chevy Suburban
    She slid in my DM, I curved her
    They all foreign bitches in stills
    They feeling my swag, talking merger
    I just pulled up to the fortress
    I ain’t stop rocking Air Forces
    I still be rocking Toyotas
    I got dough to buy a few Porsches
    Bossman taking orders
    I remember buying ten sacks
    Now a nigga facing quarters
    Niggas tryna get they wind back
    They done put me in the driver’s seat
    I’m who these lil niggas tryna be
    Look at my day, I got demons inside of me
    Pray to my maker like get this shit out of me
    Probably I could be one of the greatest
    Did this shit without a major
    I’m dripping sauce, kicking flavor
    Hate it but love this shit later