Always gonna dog a italo lyric

pop culture, photography, slang definition, kuruptf/ butch, wrestling, rappin, lyric, wallpaper, westlife, clever, pimp, lil' kim, witty, punk, journal, snoop, I say, "bitch, where my dividends?" "You always out of town" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?" "You probably in the club" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?" You bout to make me italo break your neck, I have to italo ask your ass again I'm Don a.k.a "stay pimpin hard" That mean hoes gonna march winter, summer, spring and fall Cause I have to ball, there's no other way Even if the bitch's pregnant, there's no Happy Mother's Day [Jazze Pha + Lil Jon] Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (sign right here) italo Cause you belong to me (you my bitch now) Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (right here) Cause now you're mine (you mine, ho) [Lil Jon] Get your ass up [Jazze Pha (+ Lil Jon)] If you get out line, I'm a slap you out I'm a slap you out I'm a slap you out Better have my money (you better have my money, bitch) Cause you signed your name on the dotted line So get off your ass and get on the grind (Get up, get out there and make my motherfucking money, right now) Forgot what I am, bitch?
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Always lyric gonna dog a bitch They only good for sucking dick Or riding on a nigga cock Trying to lyric get a nigga stock I'm never gonna break bread Not even for a little head I'm a player, not a cake-a-ho Always gotta break ho, down to the fucking floor You step up, I'll let you know It's MOB, BME P to the I to the M P No, I'm Southside Sorry, bitch, you better pay me [Big Sam] Old school white Lac pimpin like lyric I'm Don Juan When I pull up on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn Make these hoes come running like Mike for travs Ain't got my money ho, you bound to get slap Cause I don't love a bitch and won't save a bitch If it ain't about money, then it don't make sense I'll mack a bitch and I'll pimp a bitch As long as she making me filthy rich [Don P] Just up off the pill, drinking on my beer Sitting on a mill, but I'm pimpin still Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm Mesmerized by the words coming out my mouth So I'm flushing money quickly out these bitches' bank accounts After that I bounce To another ho, in a totally different city for a whole other show They say, "why you don't call?"
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