All Dogs Go To Heaven - DeJ Loaf

Lay back and spread your legs, spread your thoughts

Pray for you, open your mind

Get 'em high (get 'em high)

Get ready for the pressure, head so fire

Can’t knock me down, no

I ain’t Keri Hilson, my walls don’t lie

Hood bitch think she cares that her hips don’t lie

All dogs go to heaven, what’s your, what’s mine?

Handful of ice, yeah, takin' my time

Slow down before your get tied

Too much smoke in your air, I know your lungs gon' get tired

My heart got a icebox inside

My juice box got a juice box inside

Thug Passion, like Tupac inside

One nut make you feel like it’s two hundred times

One nut make you feel like it’s two hundred times

Gave me a ticket, said, «It's your turn to ride»

«Are you big enough?"I said, «Let me see the size»

I don’t believe in dick print, show me how it really hit

Just because she ain’t think don’t mean she cannot take dick

Get 'em high

Get 'em high

Bust it open on sight

Bend it over, hit it from the side

We been goin' all night

Challenge me baby, put me to the test

Killin' me softly, put your weapons in my flesh

Killin' me softly, put your weapons in my flesh

I can feel it

From my stomach to my chest

I can feel it, yeah

My stomach to my chest

Oh yeah, take control of me

Go deep, bring it close to me

Legs round your neck like a rosary

I think he hate me, he keep chockin' me

Told him shoot up the club, he got his pole in me

Got a different… every day of the week

Nobody ever told me 'bout the birds and the bees, nah

Get ready for the pressure, head so fire

Can’t knock me down, no

I ain’t Keri Hilson, my walls don’t lie

Hood bitch think she cares that her hips don’t lie

All dogs go to heaven, what’s your, what’s mine?

Handful of ice, yeah, takin' my time

Slow down before your get tied

Too much smoke in the air, I know your lungs gon' get tired