Lyrics Youngboixander – Dog Tags

Dog Tags Lyrics – Youngboixander

Singer: Youngboixander
Title: Dog Tags

Rick Owen jeans and Montclair on the coat
Wearin that mink but it ain’t even cold
Got a bad bih and she runnin the scope
Got my tru brotha he holdin the pole

Diamonds they white and they just like the Pope
I ain’t gotta worry no more
Used to shop at outlets now we go straight to the store
(Boi you ain’t never seen no Chanel

In yo life)
COH jeans and Off white on the coat
Wearin that rabbit for when it get cold
Got my tru brother and he runnin the scope

Got a bad bih and she holdin the pole
Gold is all yellow it’s just like the Snow I ain’t gotta worry no more
Used to shop at outlets now we go straight to the store
(Yea)

(Ybx )
(Wha wha)
(Yuh)
(Yuh)

(Boi you ain’t never seen no Chanel
In yo life)
Louis bag that’s all cash
Gucci bag about 1 rack

Don’t send more than threeeeee
Wait till I respond to one text
Black audemar wrist
Yea audemar piuget

Just wait till I’m on top
I would start placin my bets
(Boi you ain’t never seen any Chanel
In yo life){distorted}

Put him up with the dog tags
You worried bout some
Yard sales
We got a yard kits

Put em thru hell
Take his top off for bout half a check
800 for a ring that’s bout half a flex
Dior on the frames and the necklace

Get a check
Spend a check
Spend that ho reckless
Shout out to my mama

Still makin me breakfast
300 on shoes just to flex
I don’t need hate from my family
I didn’t even liked how they gone looked I just got em cause I knew you couldn’t get em

Don’t hate on me cause you jealous
Gettin that green like relish
We some hellcats goin hellish
Hate on the snitches and the rats yeaaaa the snitches and the rats who tellin

Put him right up in the dog pound
Movin bricks out the compound
Got racks like I’m Rothschild
I ain’t a failure

Must be takin bout the wrong child
Don’t act like you knew me cause I’m
Makin songs now
G5 air craft just to go and skip town

Pie face piguet plastered up bust down
Put him up with the dog tags
You worried bout some
Yard sales

We got a yard kits
Put em thru hell
Take his top off for bout half a check
800 for a ring that’s bout half a flex

Dior on the frames and the necklace
Get a check
Spend a check
Spend that ho reckless

Shout out to my mama
Still makin me breakfast
(Yea)
Rick Owen jeans and Montclair on the coat

Wearin that mink but it ain’t even cold
Got a bad bih and she runnin the scope
Got my tru brotha he holdin the pole
Diamonds they white just like the Pope

I ain’t gotta worry no more
Used to shop at outlets now we go straight to the store
COH jeans and Off white on the coat
Got my tru brother he runnin the scope

Got a bad bih and she holdin the pole
Gold is all yellow just like the Snow Ohhh
Used to shop at outlets now we go straight to the store
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Lyrics Youngboixander – Dog Tags

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