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Waka Flocka Flame

"For my dawgs/Cedric Yayo"


For My Dawgs
Waka Flocka Flame

Lyrics
Mentally ill, please someone call a docta'
911 it's emergency go get a docta'
You don't know by now boy they call me Waka Flocka
Gotta bad habbit I might o.d. off yoppas
Whole bunch of choppas fo' my enemies
Devil entered me my mind don't injury
I'm in front of the jury like I'm guilty
Shawty tried me so I killed 'em on, off? G.P
Mom I'm sorry I can't let you bury
Don't worry just come carry
And some letters plus some phone time momma
What's the golden rule don't turn on my partnas

I'ma ride
I'ma ride
I'ma live
I'ma live
I'ma die
I'ma die
Fo' my mothaf*ckin' dawgs
I'ma rob
I'ma rob
I'ma steal
I'ma steal
I'ma kill
I'ma kill
Fo' my mothaf*ckin' dawgs

I'ma ride
I'ma ride
I'ma live
I'ma live
I'ma die
I'ma die
Fo' my mothaf*ckin' dawgs
I'ma rob
I'ma rob
I'ma steal
I'ma steal
I'ma kill
I'ma kill
Fo' my mothaf*ckin' dawgs

I heard a lot of n*ggas dissin' me
They let me know they missin' me
I been down fo' 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 dis sh*t
I don't need no n*gga ta pray fo' me
I was told to calm down and spend my pain on da mic
I drop one mixtape six months later my career took fight
O' let's do it got em hype
Love them gun sounds make 'em fight
I go hard in da paint you can tell that on sight
I'm the mixtape prince ain't no n*gga f*ckin' wit' me
I'm from Clayton county Riverdale but born in New York
Northside queens to be exact bricksquad we'll walk back
I can taste these n*ggas flesh
I can smell these n*ggas fail
Riverdale, flocka

I'ma ride
I'ma ride
I'ma live
I'ma live
I'ma die
I'ma die
Fo' my muthaf*ckin dawgs
I'ma rob
I'ma rob (flocka)
I'ma steal
I'ma steal
I'ma kill
I'ma kill
Fo' my muthaf*ckin dawgs

I'ma ride
I'ma ride
I'ma live
I'ma live
I'ma die
I'ma die
Fo' my muthaf*ckin dawgs
I'ma rob
I'ma rob (flocka)
I'ma steal
I'ma steal
I'ma kill
I'ma kill
Fo' my muthaf*ckin dawgs

They said a man shine proper
Sometimes that sh*t hurt
Why put G baby face on the t-shirt
Neek I know it hurt that just God at his work
Blow all the real n*ggas livin' in the dirt
I'ma ride I'ma ride
Every chance a n*gga get
I'ma squeeze I'ma squeeze
I'ma let my gun rip
R.I.P. Trav on some real n*gga sh*t
Real n*gga click I'm on my bricksquad sh*t
One lousy ass bullet, can't f*ckin stop me
I feel like Rocky when he fold on 'palo creed
I'ma certified G Waka Flocka too street
You can call me concrete, raised by grocery

I'ma ride
I'ma ride
I'ma live
I'ma live
I'ma die
I'ma die
Fo' my mothaf*ckin' dawgs
I'ma rob
I'ma rob
I'ma steal
I'ma steal
I'ma kill
I'ma kill
Fo' my mothaf*ckin' dawgs

I'ma ride
I'ma ride
I'ma live
I'ma live
I'ma die
I'ma die
Fo' my mothaf*ckin' dawgs
I'ma rob
I'ma rob
I'ma steal
I'ma steal
I'ma kill
I'ma kill
Fo' my mothaf*ckin' dawgs

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