[Verse 1: G-funk male MC, rolling funk drums, deep rubbery bass, smooth G-funk flow] We was through by the summer but we bought a dog in May So the lawyer drew it up, every other Saturday Parking lot by the car wash, that's the handoff spot She pull up with the leash and a look that's hot Biscuit hop in my ride and her tail go wild Homie, you can see it, she been missin' her child I got the good treats, I got the yard with the shade She got a one-bedroom and a rug that's frayed Fo sho the dog love me, I ain't gotta make a case Biscuit sleep on my chest, she don't sleep at her place Every time I say her name, she get a grin on her face Dog don't lie to nobody and the dog don't owe I'm just sayin' on the low that the dog know [Hook: G-funk male MC, full beat, squealing high keyboard lead, laid-back G-funk hook] Joint custody, every other weekend Split the weeks down the middle, but the dog don't pretend She run to who she love when the car door swing Joint custody, homie, but she wearin' my ring [Verse 2: Female G-funk MC, Keisha takes the whole verse, sharp confident G-funk flow, rolling funk drums] Keisha on the mic now, let me fix the record, boo That ring is a collar and I paid for it too Every Sunday she come home with some barbecue breath Cause you feed her off your plate till she's sick to death She don't sleep on your chest, she be guardin' the door Cause your house got a smell and she ain't sure what it's for At my spot she got a bed and a blanket and a name You still callin' her Biscuit, I renamed her Flame She don't run to who she love, she run to who got snacks And that's you, cause you a pushover, and those are the facts [Hook: G-funk male MC, full beat, squealing high keyboard lead, laid-back G-funk hook] Joint custody, every other weekend Split the weeks down the middle, but the dog don't pretend She run to who she love when the car door swing Joint custody, homie, but she wearin' my ring [Verse 3: G-funk male MC, deep rubbery bass, barks on the snare, two dog barks land on the two and four, smooth G-funk flow] Then the next-door dog started hangin' round the fence Big gray mutt with a limp and a lot of confidence While we fought in the lot over treats and a name Biscuit was out back runnin' her own little game Six puppies in a box on a Tuesday night Now we textin' every hour and we can't even fight Who got the vet, who got the food, who got the pup that bites Biscuit layin' in the middle like she won all rights [Final Hook: G-funk male MC, full beat, laid-back G-funk hook] Joint custody, every other weekend Split the weeks down the middle, but the dog don't pretend She run to who she love when the car door swing Joint custody, homie, but she wearin' my ring [End]
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