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baby stone gorillas & gotdamnitdupri - for my dawgs lyrics

[intro]
(god d+mn it, dupri)

[verse 1]
this is for the same n+ggas i bust guns with
bag sn+tchers, running through the trenches tryna mug sh+t
thought he was sl!ck, then brodie upped bl!ck
grimy still locked on level fours for some old l!cks
we don’t go for ho sh+t
in your hood, you a crash dummy, they like, “here, bro, hold this”
if a nightmare took the stolen whip like it was his
but you know to break a b+tch
i won’t say no names, but bro ‘nem known to take trips
no, my dogs could never snitch
hope my dogs don’t never switch
g therms, i was jailin’ with
and them my dogs
ain’t gotta say too much, been sockin’ sh+t since the hall
[verse 2]
she ate my d+ck up with some halls, she a freaky lil’ broad
b+tch, you ain’t sucking d+ck, b+tch, get the f+ck out
got your n+gga pulling up? ho, get the f+ck out
you was doing other sh+t, i was thugging with my dogs
having shootouts broad day, i was busting with my dogs
fell in love with a b+tch, she was f+cking with my dog
sauced up and bossed up, you ain’t f+cking with my dog
where the weed? spark that sh+t, is it all gone?
you mad at me, you should be sliding ’cause your dog gone
that’s your b+tch, i’m going deep all in her jawbone
this loud strong, i was gon’ pour this four, but it’s all gone

[verse 3]
man, was gon’ pour this four, but i said, “f+ck that, b+tch, i’m geeking”
lost my dog, i swear to god, b+tch, i was tweaking
my dog was here and now he not, that sh+t had broke me down to pieces
memories is all i got to hold on to, that’s how i’m breathing
couldn’t believe it
police stopped me, asked why i’m speeding
stop leaning, put down the cup
i’m to the neck
i’m slidin’ dolo on the set
man, i might just pull up looking janky, better not play with me
might just creep up on you, boo, yeah, that’s a scary scene
flag on the play, get out the way, i hit the referee
flag on the play, get out the way, i hit the referee
[verse 4]
i just hit that b+tch, i ain’t want her, got the best of me
b+tch called my phone a thousand times, why you stressing me?
can’t argue with no b+tch, i’m tryna figure out my next p
listen, i could blow a bag and get it back, i call that dough hunt
i’m glad a n+gga baby mama bad, i got a cold son
when he beat the chopper, clap back to his face and made his nose run
get into this bag with baby simmons on the road run
i still got four dirty guns, but i stole one
i hit a couple ‘woods and hit the drank, but you gotta pour one
the phony get to bangin’ like it’s big, but it’s a small gun
and i could’ve hit that n+gga in his fitted, but the wall won
every time i hit the strip club, i got all ones

[verse 5]
every time we hit the strip club, here all the hoes come
why every time you n+ggas hit the club, y’all never throw nothin’?
we snuck bl!cky in the club, lil’ brodie always totin’ guns
all much always totin’ sticks and if we see you, then you done
hollow tips eat up his face and his brain scatter like some crumbs
you can’t survive in the jungles, you get hate before you love
do this sh+t for all my dogs, free the gang, b+tch, free the thugs
do this sh+t for all my dogs, free the gang, b+tch, free the thugs
sip some drank to ease the pain, pour another four up
your b+tch said she wanna f+ck me, told the b+tch to hold up
and when we caught that n+gga lacking, upped the pole, he froze up (froze up)
[verse 4]
caught they ass lacking, hopped out and said, “don’t run”
stripped ’em out they sh+t, but them n+ggas had no funds
i can’t even beef with my opps, they all bums
they don’t even got ghost guns, they got no guns
big slum, i ain’t want her, just wanted my d+ck sucked
n+gga say he got my b+tch, okay, yeah, which one?
i ain’t even want her, i ain’t f+ck her in six months
i can buy a brand new b+tch, we rich bloods
big slum dripped up, don’t get tipped up
diss us on the ‘gram, don’t get chipped up
slid through they hood, but it was right, ain’t see no one
whole section bracking, whole city, they know us
n+ggas all dope and the game just doped up
n+ggas want smoke, yeah, yeah, get smoked up

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