Lyrics Dom Kennedy

Dom Kennedy

I Love Dom

Toot that, love the way you shoot that

Just got her hair did she tryna get her groove back

Touch it like a iPad, baby I'm a true Mac

Real nigga coming through everybody move back

Walked through the back door, they was like "whose that?"

6'1 brown skin sagging in my new hat

Had to look back when you passed cause it's too fat

She told me come over right now she got a new wax

Them other hoes gone, baby girl you back

Don't throw the ice in the trash we can use that

Got a nice bra on, baby we can lose that

Don't say you a pro, I'm a make you prove that

I LOVE DOM

That should be your new tat

I just wanna hit that, I can be your new bat

Walk up in the house 2am where the food at?

I'm tryna have it ready when I'm finished fuckin you (ah)

See a nice couch, but where I'm fuckin you at?

Don't grab my so hard you can bruise that

I know yo boyfriend just mad cause he do rap

But don't be on my nuts, nigga it's a food tax

Hit em with the new blue and white just be cool hat

Number 8 Jordans unlaced with the two straps

This is not a game or anything I can lose at

I'm standing right here, this where you should choose at

I got her going DOM, got her going DOM

I never really let a nigga ever meet my mom

But I been sorta maybe thinkin you can be the one

I been sorta maybe thinkin you can be the one

When I do hit I'm talkin shit before I'm done

I know you prolly wanted to fuck with me since we was young

I know you go slow when you tryna get me sprung

I know you go slow when you tryna get me sprung

Maybe I'm the one, maybe I'm the two

Maybe I'm the nigga that you call when you through

Don't even trip I got other hoes too

Maybe I didn't even really wanted to fuck with you?

Had one drink now you gettin' a lil loose

All cranberry bitch that's a lil goose

I'm the best nigga that you know near the booth

And if it's any doubt in yo mind here's the proof

Everything I said last week was the truth

How many girls can I have till I'm through?

I don't really know what these other niggas do

But you ain't heard nobody like me since Snoop

Them the Bo Jacksons that I had in '92

I'm a stay fresh bitch that's just what I do

Burnside Boyz nigga reppin for my crew

And she tell me I can get it but I'm never in the mood

Look I got her goin DOM, got her goin DOM

I never really let nobody ever meet my mom

But I been sorta thinkin maybe you can be the one

And I been sorta thinkin maybe you can be the one

But when I do hit I'm talkin shit before I'm done

I know you prolly wanted to fuck with me since we was young

I know you go slow when you tryna get me sprung

I know you go slow cause you tryna get me sprung

Tryna get me spung