Yo Gotti, 42 Dugg & CMG The Label – Dog House (feat. DaBoyDa

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Dog House

Yo Gotti, 42 Dugg & CMG The Label (feat. DaBoyDame)

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"Dog House." - Yo Gotti, 42 Dugg & CMG The Label (feat. DaBoyDame)

Monday, 19 October 2026, 02:50 am

Album: Gangsta Art

Track No: 18

Helluva made this beat, baby
Fuck the judge, fuck the lawyer, bring my **** home
Write the plug, tell him I miss him, think I'm comin' home
Dog out if my bitch say I'm in the dog house
Dog drought if my lil' **** movin' dog out
My bitch pissed off, she say I'm in the dog house (Dog house)
Keep fightin' that shit until they let your dog out (Dog out)
A pill after pill, already blew a mill'
Go broke for my dog, that's how real **** live (Beep)
I'm on the East Side ridin' in the Rolls truck with two FNs (Two FNs)
Richard Mille, that's worth two Hellcats and a CL Benz (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I see y'all haters, I'm lookin' at you **** through Cartier lens (Cartier lens)
I DM bitches like, "Fuck somethin', ho, I don't need no friends"
Cuban two-tone (Cuban, two)
Money too long (Money, frrrt)
Team too strong (Team, I am)
Way at the top where I belong (Belong)
Dope boy rockin' that Vlone, big bruh smokin' on strong (Woo)
Spendin' my time tryna free homes till my lil' **** come home (Till my lil' **** come home)
I say this shit 'cause I mean it (I do, I really do)
I had your bitch in a Demon (I really did)
I had her suckin' up semen (What she do?)
You was at home dreamin' (Damn, ho)
I'm in the trap and I'm schemin' (I am, I am)
You in the trap and you fiendin' (You is, you was)
I keep a strap in my jeans, and (Yeah)
Your bitch in the back and she screamin'
Fuck the judge, fuck the lawyer, bring my **** home
Write the plug, tell him I miss him, think I'm comin' home
Dog out if my bitch say I'm in the dog house
Dog drought if my lil' **** movin' dog out
Dog house, dog house (Dog)
Bitch, I'm movin' dog out, dog out (Dog)
Bitch, I'm in the dog house, dog house (Dog)
And bitch, I'm movin' dog out, dog out (Dog)
Aye, two-tone
Bust AP off two phones
That's dog and weed
They scam for us, send 'em all the beans
They fam' to us, don't call them fiends
I'm hustlin', ****, better know my grind
Don't fuck with ****, don't call my line
Yellin', "Free the youngin," doin' all that time
Lookin' through his pictures, wish he saw them signs
Can't blame my ****, we living
Yellin', "Not guilty," and I did it
Still ten toes in that kitchen
Did six straight without bitching
Tool saucin' and I'm willing
Truck cost ten and I'm peeling
I done lost friends and feelings
Over lawyer fees and pictures
Aye, I told my **** I got him
You ain't did shit, to my knowledge
Straight curb servin' like college
Yeah, I graduated, **** animated
All the bitches love me, **** gotta hate it
Got the city turnt, thinkin' I done made it
I ain't did shit
****, Lou gone, I'm still sick
Hope he feel this
Dog house, dog house (Dog)
Bitch, I'm movin' dog out, dog out (Dog)
Bitch, I'm in the dog house, dog house (Dog)
And bitch, I'm movin' dog out, dog out (Dog, I am)
Frrrt
On everything I love, ****, for real, yeah
Y'all know me, real street ****
East Side Wayburn in the road trip with doggy
From the beginning, ****
Who jumpin' off jets, pullin' up in the projects, in real life? (Frrrt)
Me, that's who
I am
Shit ain't never stop

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