Rick Ross - Dog Food lyrics

rate me

I stroll up the block, I go where I wanna

I look like a baller, I talk like an owner

Shoot for the stars, shoot up the coroner

Black Bell Air, a baron, bustin' like a Corona

Nigga mean with the rock, glowtron a lot

Heidi Klum in my neighbor, sippin' Ciroc with The Rock

Blond bitches that ball, she know I'm a threat

A nigga rich as a don, could build a house in Tibet

It's that dog food, nigga, know I'm killin' the bitch

It's that Al Poe talk, you gettin' kibbles and bis

They talkin' fair time now, they sentencing quick

You and bed tied down, you on some innocent shit

Timbaland boots, black trench coats

Kept on all of my chains cuz this gang cut dope

Niggas wanna be weasels till they put in the yolk

Snatch you, watch Joey Veesels, walk through the city of dope

Got a few watches, I keep some shit up my sleeve

Got yo bitch in the Lamborghini, she barely can breathe

I don't know her name, I call her passenger seat

All I want is the brain, so fuck her Masters Degree

I ball like I'm Allen, ball like I'm Wade

Ball like I'm Bron, I like the loss of fellay

My exception is souls, stone crabs outta Joe's

I can make one wish? Murder all of my foes

Shades cost ten, my car half a mill

They say I'm the man, shawty low goin' real

We keep the cash in the back, keep 'em blunts in the front

You know just where we ats, so you can come when ya want

I fill my cup to the top, whether purple or not

My bitch look like Toni Braxton, hun, you makin' me hot

Got the white in the pot, my future look bright

Then my lungs in the dark long as the paper was right

It's that dog food, nigga, it's that apple top

I could jump off a jet, and go jump straight in the wall

If it's beef, it's beef, they can't sleep on me

My dawgs dress like ninja, Pinal Rice on me

Life is a gamble, I'm so mean with the dice

Head crack with the left, I'm hittin' trips with the right

How many bitch I'm on fire, bitch I'm on fire

How many bitch I'm on fire, bitch I'm on fire

It's the dog food, let my dawgs in

Know she a dog bitch, I let my dawg be

I'm in my dawg Benz, been had it all week

I'm sippin' Bel Air, I'm tryna drown me

So fuck the rap game, ain't tryn' to down me

I'm still strapped, mane, it's day county

If you a fuck boy, stay the fuck from round me

If you a fuck boy, stay the fuck from round me

Stones in my pocket, Stone Watch jeans

Label mastermind, my elaborate schemes

They say I'm eclectic because I got it perfected

Take 200 racks just to 'UGHH' on yo record

IT's the dog food, I let my dogs eat

I got 50 M's, I'm talkin' straight cheese

50 M's, I'm talkin' straight cheese, 'UGHH'