Kalan.FrFr. – Big Dog Lyrics

 

Big Dog Lyrics by Kalan.FrFr.

 

All white toes, real long cornrows
Emilio bikini, she don’t wear cheap clothes
I’ma pull up in the all white Rolls
Can you unlock the door in your robe? Yeah, yeah
Can I eat it on the stove?
Baby, you a freak, why you keep eatin’ on my clothes?
Balenciaga cheap, you know I’m buyin’ out the store
Just bought her some diamonds, finna buy her ass some mo’

You ain’t know I was a big dawg
Fuck her on the floor, got yo bitch callin’
I make twenty every show, baby, I’m big ballin’
And I ain’t even said shit, that’s my drip talkin’
She be runnin’ from that dick like she crip walkin’
She be sayin’, “Boy boo”, like she a blood or somethin’
She love talkin’ shit like she the plug or somethin’
Bae, let’s go to CVS gon’ get some mud or somethin’

Fuckin’ you like we in love or somethin’
Put this Rollie on until you get your other one
Got me feenin’ for that pussy like it’s drugs or somethin’
She with all the shit, my lil thug or somethin’
Baby, let me get your chili right
I ain’t no sucka, ain’t no have you lookin’ silly type
And I know your last n**** he ain’t hit it right
She gon’ spend the night when she want me to get it right
She gon’ spend the night when she want me to get it right, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend the night when she want me to get it right
She gon’ spend the night when she want me to get it right, yeah, yeah, yeah

All white toes, real long corn rows
Balenciaga hoodie, she don’t wear cheap clothes
That was me pullin’ up in that all white Rolls
Baby, take off your clothes
I’m that n**** and she know
Every time she pull up I be puttin’ on a show
Balenciaga cheap, you know I’m buyin’ out the store
Fuck you like I’m fresh out and I’m goin’ back on the road
You ain’t know I was a big dog
Double R in the driveway, no Rick Ross
I be trickin’, I ain’t trippin, what that shit cost?
Ooh, she love Balenciaga, she a big boss
She a bad bitch, ooh, yo ass thick
She do lashes, she go to school, take classes
She a hoochie, you know she get ratchet
Baby, let me get you right, let’s hit Saks Fifth

Fuckin’ you like we in love or somethin’
Put this Rollie on until you get your other one
Got me feenin’ for that pussy like it’s drugs or somethin’
She with all the shit, my lil thug or somethin’
Baby, let me get your chili right
I ain’t no sucka, ain’t no have you lookin’ silly type
And I know your last n**** he ain’t hit it right
She gon’ spend the night when she want me to get it right
She gon’ spend the night when she want me to get it right, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend the night when she want me to get it right