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Rottweiler (feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan)

Danny Wolf

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Rottweiler (feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Danny Wolf
Danny Wolf
Performer
Miguel Curtidor
Miguel Curtidor
Performer
Sterling Pennix
Sterling Pennix
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miguel Curtidor
Miguel Curtidor
Songwriter
Othello Houston
Othello Houston
Songwriter
Sterling Pennix
Sterling Pennix
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danny Wolf
Danny Wolf
Producer
Miguel Curtidor
Miguel Curtidor
Co-Producer
Othello Houston
Othello Houston
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah Pablo Juan I'm on that MPG shit nigga, Money, Plugs and Guns, man Go 'head, O Yeah, Pablo Juan Danny, I see you I put the racks, emotion, drip on my body like lotion She fine and get wetter than the ocean Racks in my pocket and it poke Check out my neck, got my t-shirt soaked Got Louis V cover, my iPhone I got Gucci like Mane and can't put it on My lean in my double cup, it Styrofoam Finger that pussy, tryna make it home We do what we want 'cause we grown Hunnid cones, yeah, my diamonds they chrome The perc got me fuckin' all night long Grab that, get head like a comb Give you the racks, just to leave me 'lone Should see what the ass look like in thongs Rollie' on me, got it covered in chrome Rubies like big timing, get yo' roll on Don't talk on the phone We meet out the kitchen and pour out the bottle She want me to save her, she a supermodel Suck on the titties like baby bottles I got my Coupe in the dog house You pussycat, nigga, I'm rottweiler Take that bitch to Mars I am not the father Got an Audemar drippin' water-water I'ma live for today not tomorrow Burberry piece by Tisci Ricardo Covered in Fiji, my neck by the border Feelin' like Thug, I might bring out the Barter Money get me blood, then I get charged Can't reach me I'm fashionably late She got ass like a horse in a race On television, check the Blu-Ray I be ballin' on 'em like it's 2K She gimme that toupee Gotta get to the money, it's a new day When they hatin', they really just motivate When I walk in they call me Shanaynay I got six rings on like MJ Try to run off I turn 'em Kunta Kinte Everything Gucci, run straight 'round with dead guys in the Wraith I put the racks, emotion, drip on my body like lotion She fine and get wetter than the ocean Racks in my pocket and it poke Check out my neck, got my t-shirt soaked Got Louis V cover, my iPhone I got Gucci like Mane and can't put it on My lean in my double cup, it Styrofoam Finger that pussy, tryna make it home We do what we want 'cause we grown Hunnid cones, yeah, my diamonds they chrome The perc got me fuckin' all night long Grab that, get head like a comb Give you the racks, just to leave me 'lone Should see what the ass look like in thongs Rollie' on me, got it covered in chrome Rubies like big timing, get yo' roll on
Writer(s): Sterling Pennix, Dominique Jones, Christopher N'quay Rosser Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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