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(Tony Coles)
Dirty dog, just fucked her and left her
Gave her E ’cause the bitch show me effort (E for)
Put a S on my whip ’cause I’m special (Skrrt)
She wake up to this sausage like breakfast (Eat it up)
Wastin’ muscle, they tryna play catch-up (Nigga, what?)
2Pac, boy, you better keep your head up (Keep your head up)
Treat you bad when you broke, kick your bread up (Get the money up)
Start off vegan, these bags full of leather (Full of gas)
Palm Angels, but I’m a fly devil (I’m fly)
Oh, that boy stay in dirt like he was a shovel (Like dirt)
I’ll paint that boy red, man, I got a method (On go)
It’s a DOA, he done seen paramedics (Yeah, yeah)
On the way to the money, only way that I’m headin’ (Only way)
I just fucked on your bitch, she just gave me that Becky (She from)
I’m connectin’ the blocks, you would think that it’s Tetris (Oh, yeah)
Workin’ hard every day for pay like a Mexican (I swear)
Her pussy the best, so I call her my bestie (Call her my bestie)
There go my best friend, there go my bestie (There she go)
Bitch, I’m from Texas, we don’t ride Lexus (Skrrt)
Double my cup up, sippin’ my beverage (What is it?)
They say that boy hard like I had an erection (Ooh)
The game full of bitch niggas, don’t get infected (Don’t get)
Got my killers in the cut, don’t get dissected (Don’t get killed)
Pay for twenty K, I just made the exit (Ooh)
He a dirty dog, he fucked her and left her (Yep)
Too many hoes out here, bitch, you ain’t special
Who gon’ collect it? Nah, be respectful (Nah, be)
Don’t lay up and pussy out, don’t get respected (Ooh)
Chasin’ money every day, I must be an athlete (I must be)
Sweet-ass niggas ain’t gon’ give me a cavity (Heard you here for mine too)
Heard you fell off, gon’ shake back, causal (What the fuck?)
I least spend a rack on a fit causally (On my momma)
I got the bank on me like my bitch Ashley (Like Ash)
Fresh like I’m Prince, I got bills in the air (I got)
I got hoes comin’ in, doubled up by the pair (Doubled up)
And they don’t got pussy, ho, ’bout them hoes, I don’t care (I don’t fuck on that ho, bring this)
We gon’ fuck up the streets, we got seven dollar shirts
If he say he got sick, we gon’ go ‘head make it worse (You know what I mean?)
He get killed for a ten, R.I.P. (I swear)
Heard a nigga split his shit with a ARP (Boom)
Dirty dog, just fucked her and left her (I just left)
Gave her E ’cause the bitch show me effort (Bitch was E)
Put a S on my whip ’cause I’m special (Skrrt, skrrt)
She wake up to this sausage like breakfast (Eat it up)
Wastin’ muscle, they tryna play catch-up (Nigga, what?)
2Pac, boy, you better keep your head up (Keep your head up)
Treat you bad when you broke, kick your bread up (Get that money up)
Start off vegan, these bags full of leather (Full of gas)
I’ma stay with this double cup, my money doubled up (It’s doubled up)
I’m sippin’ on liquor, this Wock’ got me drunk as fuck (Got me drunk as fuck)
Know we keep up, we don’t box, we gon’ shoot it up (Gon’ shoot this bitch up)
Shots comin’ from everywhere, don’t know who the fuck (Who the fuck?)
Gang fucked up, I really don’t know who to trust (Who the fuck I trust?)
All my niggas’ rich, a bitch don’t know who to fuck (These bitches fuck everybody)
These bitches come and go, I really don’t give a fuck (I don’t give a fuck)
I’m cool with everybody long as they don’t touch this neck (I’m cool ’til they touch it)
Yeah, I’m really not regular, let me check schedule (Uh-uh)
She like bitches more than me, she bisexual (What?)
I gave her that door, that bitch don’t be extra (What the fuck?)
I run through the pack, the plug throwin’ me extra (He do)
She get on my nerves, when she run, she be textin’ (She be runnin’ on coochie)
They be broke in real life, on the Instagram flexin’ (You know)
Mix the red with the blue, we drink purple in Texas (Ooh)
Live my life on the go, I can’t wait, bet’ be ready (I can’t wait)
Nigga wrap for my body bag, I got some partners doin’ thirty for body bags (I swear to God)
I’m tryna stay out the way, I just made thirty off of turkey bags (I’m on go)
I let ’em drop the shot, I know how to make a pass (Swish)
Might as well call me Steve Hood Nash (On God)
We got a problem, hit him with the step-back (Bah)
From broke to rich, I don’t think that they like it (Boom)
It get hot in the club, hold up, where the ice at? (They lovin’ that)
Dirty dog, just fucked her and left her (I just left the bitch, I gave her nothin’)
Put a S on my whip ’cause I’m special (‘Cause I skrrt, eat it up)
Wastin’ muscle, they tryna play catch-up (Like catch-up, keep your head up)
Treat you bad when you broke, kick your bread up (Get that money up)
Unpacking the Raw Energy of ‘Dirty Dawg’
BigXthaPlug’s “Dirty Dawg” is a gritty, unapologetic anthem that dives deep into street realism and braggadocio. The lyrics paint vivid pictures of hustling, fleeting romantic encounters, and the relentless pursuit of financial success. Throughout the track, BigXthaPlug uses clever wordplay and cultural references—from 2Pac to Tetris—to reinforce his message of resilience and self-worth. The recurring hook, emphasizing the ‘dirty dog’ persona, highlights a certain detachment and focus on ambition over sentimentality. This raw honesty, paired with energetic delivery, gives the song an infectious, rebellious edge.
The Hustler’s Perspective
Beyond its bravado, “Dirty Dawg” also reveals the dualities of street life: the need for loyalty, the dangers of envy, and the drive to rise above adversity. Lines about keeping one’s head up and stacking bread up serve as motivational mantras, while the references to luxury, fashion, and regional identity position BigXthaPlug as both a product and a commentator of his environment. The track resonates with anyone who understands the grind and the sacrifices it demands.
Song Credits
- Artist: BigXthaPlug
- Songwriter: Tony Coles