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For My Dawgs

Waka Flocka Flame

Album: Waka Flocka Flame Durasi: 3:22

Mentally ill, please, someone call a doctor

9-1-1, it's emergency, go get a doctor

You don't know by now? Boy, they call me Waka Flocka

I got a bad habit, I might O.D. off yoppers

Whole bunch of choppers for my enemies

Devil entered me, my mind on injury

I'm in front of the jury like I'm guilty

Shawty tried me, so I killed them off GP

Mom, I'm sorry, I can't let you bury

Don't worry, just commissary

And some letters plus some phone time, momma

What's the golden rule don't turn on my partnas

I'ma ride

I'ma live

I'ma die

For my motherfucking dogs

I'ma rob

I'ma steal

I'ma kill

For my motherfucking dogs

I'ma ride

I'ma live

I'ma die

For my motherfucking dogs

I'ma rob

I'ma steal

I'ma kill

For my motherfucking dogs

I heard a lot of niggas dissin' me

They let me know they missin me

I been down for some months

Now it's time to make history

With these evil ass thoughts

It feel like Satan just entered me

I'ma pull through this shit

I don't need no nigga to pray for me

I was told to calm down and spit my pain on the mic

I dropped one mixtape, six months later my career took flight

"O Let's Do It" got 'em hype

"Luv Dem Gun Sounds" make them fight

I go "Hard in Da Paint" you can tell that Fon sight

I'm the mixtape prince, ain't no nigga fucking with me

I'm from Clayton County, Riverdale, but born in New York

North Side Queens, to be exact, Brick Squad, we a wolfpack

I can taste these niggas' flesh

I can smell these niggas' fear

Riverdale, Flocka

I'ma ride

I'ma live

I'ma die

For my motherfucking dogs

I'ma rob

I'ma steal

I'ma kill

For my motherfucking dogs

I'ma ride

I'ma live

I'ma die

For my motherfucking dogs

I'ma rob

I'ma steal

I'ma kill

For my motherfucking dogs

They say a man shouldn’t cry, but sometimes, that shit hurt

Why they put G-Baby's face on a T-shirt?

Neek, I know it hurt, that's just God at his work

Lord, all the real niggas living in the dirt

I'ma ride, I'ma ride

Every chance a nigga get

I'ma squeeze, I'ma squeeze

I'ma let my gun rip

R.I.P. Trav, on some real nigga shit

Real nigga clique, I'm on my Brick Squad shit

One lousy-ass bullet can't fucking stop me

I feel like Rocky when he fought Apollo Creed

I'm a certified G, Waka Flocka too street

You can call me Concrete, raised by Grove Street

I'ma ride

I'ma live

I'ma die

For my motherfucking dogs

I'ma rob

I'ma steal

I'ma kill

For my motherfucking dogs

I'ma ride

I'ma live

I'ma die

For my motherfucking dogs

I'ma rob

I'ma steal

I'ma kill

For my motherfucking dogs