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Travis Porter - I'm A Dog Lyrics

Travis Porter – I’m A Dog Lyrics

(Intro)
We got London On Da Track
DJ Ill Will,
More than just your wifey’s favorite DJ
He’s yours too, admit it
Go ahead

(Hook x2)
Man I’m in that big boy juke with no doors
And I’m off in Magic City, fuckin with the hoes
And I got a big bank rollin’ 1-4
And I got yo bitch standing on the aisle 4

(Verse)
I’m from the city of the house, top floor loss
OG joints, with my lawyer playin golf
Ok I took the top off, took them doors off
Yo bitch wanna ride, make her take her drawls off
Ok, double cup syrup, liquor make me hurl
The shit I had her doin, man I hope that ain’t yo girl
Turn a 5 in a 20, 20 to a 50
50 to 100, a nigga love getting money
20000$ bands, I love getting checks
Long sleeves with the match, do some lamb skin sex
Getting money so easy
Pussy nigga be easy
Got goons wit them big boy tunes, you know damn right that’s squeezy

(Hook x2)
Man I’m in that big boy juke with no doors
And I’m off in Magic City, fuckin with the hoes
And I got a big bank rollin’ 1-4
And I got yo bitch standing on the aisle 4

(Verse)
Black bone in this bihh, can I get a witness?
A lot of bitches, black chart lifted
Please don’t take it personal, its strictly business
Fuck them niggas, I hope they get offended
Arty on my wrist and that bitch flooded
Made her kiss her girlfriend, now they kissin cousins
Hang around a bunch of bees so my nigga’s buzzin
I don’t know about yours but my nigga’s thuggin
And I’m fresh off the rack
And I smell like a pound, you think I’m fresh out the trap
And my pants cost a rack, man you know you can’t afford this shit
2013, Mr. Porter shit

(Hook x2)
Man I’m in that big boy juke with no doors
And I’m off in Magic City, fuckin with the hoes
And I got a big bank rollin’ 1-4
And I got yo bitch standing on the aisle 4

(Verse)
We get that check and make movies
Might hit unis up on the tudy, pull a bump a juvi
My bitch bout her money, you see paper on her catscan
Flat black, cool thing, hoe I’m Batman
A hunna bill, do the math, that’s a 100 band
Hoe you understand? All we talk is rubber bands
Chico lee in that Jeep with no doors on it
Young niggas TTG, let you hoes sign it
Gold plaques on my condo wall
Like my nigga Goo I brought my gold mouth dog
Nigga talkin money, who you got involves for yall?
Real street nigga but we live above the law

(Hook x2)
Man I’m in that big boy juke with no doors
And I’m off in Magic City, fuckin with the hoes
And I got a big bank rollin’ 1-4
And I got yo bitch standing on the aisle 4

[Lyrics to I’m A Dog by Travis Porter]

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