Dogs Lyrics - Singles - Iamsu!

Suzy gon' run up them commas 

My new chick's so primadonna 

They ain't let Su 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 just like a taco 

Suzy the man with the mula 

Smoking them Swisher with Budha 

Suzy got plug on the Bathing Ape 

Suzy got plug on the Puma 

Suzy call Uber to drop her off 

I'm on the 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 sick ride 

I'mma 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 wave and I'm surfing 

Stick to the plan and it's perfect 

I don't feel none of your energy 

Really you making me nervous 

Pulled up in Chevy Suburban yeah 

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 ridin' 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 

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