G Perico - Dog Year Lyrics

Lyrics Dog Year - G Perico



Bone Collector the plug
Motherfucker, please, catch me in the streets
Real hot boy playin' 400 degrees
Yosemite Sam, I don't hang if I don't got it
Might use a fake name, I ain't carryin' no wallet, shit
Ask me no questions I tell you no lies
Look me in my face, can you tell that I'm high
My Boy got cracked on trial for a murder
Seen his mama pass out when they read out the verdict
I'm runnin' outta time here
If you don't get life then you get murdered and die here
But somehow I survive here
Three sixty-five 'round here is like a dog year
Feel like I'm runnin' outta time here
If you don't get life then you get murdered and die here
But somehow I survived here
Three sixty-five 'round here is like a dog year
Everybody gotta keep livin'
I'm on a whole other level, rich Crippin'
Representin' 10-8 'til the endin'
Don't ask how I'm feelin', I ain't workin' with no feelings
Worth over a million still be where they killin'
Still shootin' craps in the back of the buildin'
Tell me what they hit fo', nigga, when you get home
That meth takin' niggas out, please don't disappoint me
I been gettin' paid, I can't lie about that
In the latest new car ridin' 'round with my strap
A lotta shit changed, now I got expensive habits
I got better girls now, I don't fuck with ratchets
I'm runnin' outta time here
If you don't get life then you get murdered and die here
But somehow I survive here
Three sixty-five 'round here is like a dog year
Feel like I'm runnin' outta time here
If you don't get life then you get murdered and die here
But somehow I survived here
Three sixty-five 'round here is like a dog year
Everybody run when they pull out them guns
Everybody tough 'til their homie get puffed
Real friends don't let friends drive drunk
In LA your real friends shoot you up
You got death on your back, you might not make it through the summer
I got staff all paid to bust my burners
What make you think you a real one?
Boy, you ain't never even did nothin'
Feel like it's me against everybody, all you niggas
Keep gettin' paid while the world keep spinnin'
Kept runnin' plays locked up in the system
Keep runnin' plays 'til I'm up one billion
I'm runnin' outta time here
If you don't get life then you get murdered and die here
But somehow I survive here
Three sixty-five 'round here is like a dog year
Feel like I'm runnin' outta time here
If you don't get life then you get murdered and die here
But somehow I survived here
Three sixty-five 'round here is like a dog year



Writer(s): Jeremy Nash, Bone Collector, Habib Defoundoux


G Perico - Ten-Eight
Album Ten-Eight
date of release
23-08-2019




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