Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, damnDamn, that's how you're dealin' with me, damnDamn, that's how you're, that's how you'reAyy, look, lookWho the fuck is that? It's a disguiseYou ain't who I thought I recognizedTwenty thousand pound on your rentBitch, I coulda spent that on the guysI don't like what you did on them trips (Shit I don't like)I don't like what you did to your lips (Shit I don't like)I don't like the tone of your replies (Shit I don't like)I don't like the lookthat's in your eyes (Shit I don't like)Blame this shit on bein' twenty-fiveThat excuse for me just doesn't fly'Cause that keeps sayin' me, that's seven-nineAnd that shit just gon' have you on my mind, yeahI just wanna get you off of my mindI just wanna get you off of my mindI just wanna get you off of my mindAyy, yeah, damnDamn, that's how you're dealin' with me, damnDamn, that's how you're dealin' with me, damnI just wanna get you off of my mindI'm seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-sixSeven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nineAyySince I had some space to myselfI typed some shit, then I erased what I feltThat talk we had the other day didn't helpBeause you really think you out here movin' stealthI met the nigga everybody say you fuckedAnd I could tell he wasn't actin' like hisselfGot you out here movin' waste like a beltIf it ain't him, then it must be somebody else, damnI don't like what you did on them trips (Shit I don't like)I don't like what you did to your lips (Shit I don't like)I don't like you tellin' just one side (Shit I don't like)I don't like the fact you never cry (Shit I don't like)Blame that shit on bein' twenty-fiveThat excuse for me just doesn't fly'Cause that keeps sayin' me, that's seven-nineAnd that shit just gon' have you on myBaby, dogs will be dogsThough we may roam (But I promise)Leave the door openTonight, I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)Dogs will be dogsNo leash in sightLeave the door openI'm comin' home tonight (I mean the dogs)Ah-ooh, ah-wooAh-ooh, ah-woo (I mean the dogs)Ah-ooh (Yeah)That's that new Teezo touchdown, straightFor all the dogs that's drivin' aroundin Beaumont lookin' for some catAll you pitbulls should know by nowthat hundreds in a row look like tuna in a bowl (Tuna)This is Curtis Cut-A-Bitch-OffAnd you're listenin' to BARK Radio, live from Chapel HillWhere the South was won, whatever that meansWe got some new Drake and SZA comin' upAnd we gon' be givin' away some Drake tickets as wellYou know he comin' to the H-Townto tear the roof off that motherfuckerThis is BARK Radio
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Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, damn
Damn, that's how you're dealin' with me, damn
Damn, that's how you're, that's how you're
Ayy, look, look
Who the fuck is that? It's a disguise
You ain't who I thought I recognized
Twenty thousand pound on your rent
Bitch, I coulda spent that on the guys
I don't like what you did on them trips (Shit I don't like)
I don't like what you did to your lips (Shit I don't like)
I don't like the tone of your replies (Shit I don't like)
I don't like the look
that's in your eyes (Shit I don't like)
Blame this shit on bein' twenty-five
That excuse for me just doesn't fly
'Cause that keeps sayin' me, that's seven-nine
And that shit just gon' have you on my mind, yeah
I just wanna get you off of my mind
I just wanna get you off of my mind
I just wanna get you off of my mind
Ayy, yeah, damn
Damn, that's how you're dealin' with me, damn
Damn, that's how you're dealin' with me, damn
I just wanna get you off of my mind
I'm seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six
Seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine
Ayy
Since I had some space to myself
I typed some shit, then I erased what I felt
That talk we had the other day didn't help
Beause you really think you out here movin' stealth
I met the nigga everybody say you fucked
And I could tell he wasn't actin' like hisself
Got you out here movin' waste like a belt
If it ain't him, then it must be somebody else, damn
I don't like what you did on them trips (Shit I don't like)
I don't like what you did to your lips (Shit I don't like)
I don't like you tellin' just one side (Shit I don't like)
I don't like the fact you never cry (Shit I don't like)
Blame that shit on bein' twenty-five
That excuse for me just doesn't fly
'Cause that keeps sayin' me, that's seven-nine
And that shit just gon' have you on my
Baby, dogs will be dogs
Though we may roam (But I promise)
Leave the door open
Tonight, I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Dogs will be dogs
No leash in sight
Leave the door open
I'm comin' home tonight (I mean the dogs)
Ah-ooh, ah-woo
Ah-ooh, ah-woo (I mean the dogs)
Ah-ooh (Yeah)
That's that new Teezo touchdown, straight
For all the dogs that's drivin' around
in Beaumont lookin' for some cat
All you pitbulls should know by now
that hundreds in a row look like tuna in a bowl (Tuna)
This is Curtis Cut-A-Bitch-Off
And you're listenin' to BARK Radio, live from Chapel Hill
Where the South was won, whatever that means
We got some new Drake and SZA comin' up
And we gon' be givin' away some Drake tickets as well
You know he comin' to the H-Town
to tear the roof off that motherfucker
This is BARK Radio
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