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Waka Flocka Flame - "For My Dawgs" (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Malphurs
J. Malphurs
Songwriter
Cedric Alan Herbert
Cedric Alan Herbert
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Debra Antney
Debra Antney
Executive Producer
Cedric "Yayo" Herbert
Cedric "Yayo" Herbert
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
J. Malphurs
J. Malphurs
Executive Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Mentally ill, please, someone call a docta'
9-1-1, it's emergency, go get a docta'
You don't know by now?
Boy, they call me Waka Flocka
Gotta bad habit, I might O.D. off yoppas
[Verse 2]
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 them all, G.P.
[Verse 3]
Mom, I'm sorry, I can't let you bury
Don't worry, just commissary
And some letters, plus some phone time, mama
What's the golden rule? Don't turn on my partnas
[Verse 4]
I'ma ride, I'ma ride
I'ma live, I'ma live
I'ma die, I'ma die
For my motherfuckin' dawgs
I'ma rob, I'ma rob
I'ma steal, I'ma steal
I'ma kill, I'ma kill
For my motherfuckin' dawgs
[Verse 5]
I'ma ride, I'ma ride
I'ma live, I'ma live
I'ma die, I'ma die
For my motherfuckin' dawgs
I'ma rob, I'ma rob
I'ma steal, I'ma steal
I'ma kill, I'ma kill
For my motherfuckin' dawgs
[Verse 6]
I heard a lot of **** 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 dis shit
I don't need no **** to pray for me
[Verse 7]
I was told to calm down
And spit my pain on the mic
I drop one mixtape, six months later
My career took flight
Oh, they do it, got 'em hyped
Love them gun sounds, make 'em fight
I go hard in the paint, you can tell that on sight
[Verse 8]
I'm the mixtape prince
Ain't no **** fuckin' wit me
I'm from Clayton county, Riverdale
But born in New York
Northside Queens to be exact
Bricksquad, we a wolf pack
I cat taste these **** flesh
I can smell these **** fail
Riverdale, Flocka
[Verse 9]
I'ma ride, I'ma ride
I'ma live, I'ma live
I'ma die, I'ma die
For my motherfuckin' dawgs
I'ma rob, I'ma rob
I'ma steal, I'ma steal
I'ma kill, I'ma kill
For my motherfuckin' dawgs
[Verse 10]
I'ma ride, I'ma ride
I'ma live, I'ma live
I'ma die, I'ma die
For my motherfuckin' dawgs
I'ma rob, I'ma rob
I'ma steal, I'ma steal
I'ma kill, I'ma kill
For my motherfuckin' dawgs
[Verse 11]
They say a man shouldn't profit
Sometimes this shit hurt
Why they put G Baby Face on a t-shirt?
Meek, I know it hurt, that just God at his work
Blow all the real **** livin' in the dirt
[Verse 12]
I'ma ride, I'ma ride, ever chance a **** get
I'ma squeeze, I'ma squeeze, I'ma let my gun rip
R.I.P. Trav, on some real **** shit
Real **** click, I'm on my Bricksquad shit
[Verse 13]
One lousy ass bullet can't fuckin' stop me
I feel like Rocky when he fold Apollo Creed
I'ma certified G, Waka Flocka, too street
You can call me concrete, raised by grocery
[Verse 14]
I'ma ride, I'ma ride
I'ma live, I'ma live
I'ma die, I'ma die
For my motherfuckin' dawgs
I'ma rob, I'ma rob
I'ma steal, I'ma steal
I'ma kill, I'ma kill
For my motherfuckin' dawgs
[Verse 15]
I'ma ride, I'ma ride
I'ma live, I'ma live
I'ma die, I'ma die
For my motherfuckin' dawgs
I'ma rob, I'ma rob
I'ma steal, I'ma steal
I'ma kill, I'ma kill
For my motherfuckin' dawgs
Written by: C. Herbert, J. Malphurs
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