IamSU! - Dogs lyrics

rate me

(Produced by Trauma Tone)


Suzy gon run up them commas

My new chick stuck pon' Madonna

They ain’t let ya in the club

They shut the club down, so fuck em

Suzy be slidin' thru' customs

Suzy been killin' production

Baddest little bitch that ya cuffin'

Cut that little bitch off, she nothin'

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 1000 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 ya 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 feelin' themselves, get filled with them shells

Bitch it’s like a taco

Suzy the man with the mula

Smokin' the swisher with Budha

Suzy got plug on the Bed of the Nate

Suzy got plug on the Puma

Suzy cold, better drop off

I’m out of gas and I’m coughin ya’ll

I just got off of a conference call

They want to know what the concert costs

Twenty racks if I’m friendly

Swagging since elementary

Dripping sauce since the bike days

Young six Speed on a ten-speed

6’ 5” with a sick vibe

Neva 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 neva thought about it

I’m on my way but I’m servin'

Stick to the plan but it’s perfect

I don’t feel none of yo energy

Really ya makin' me nervous

Pull up in Chevy Suburban

She slid in my DM, I curved her

They all foreign bitches in stills

They feelin' my swag, talkin' merger

I just pulled up to the fortress

I ain’t stop rockin' Air Forces

I still be rocking Toyotas

I got dough to buy a few Porsches

Bossman takin' orders

I remember buyin' ten sacks

Now a nigga facin' 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 drippin' sauce, kickin' flavor

Hate it but luv this shit later

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