Tyler Christian - My Nigga

Whoa, whazzam with it bitch?
How ya doing? where ya been?
You don't check on yo lil dawg?
We supposed to be like kin
My lil nigga
We come up together from out the trenches
Ain't no problem dats too big
Dat if we sit, dat we can't fix
My nigga, my nigga
Keep dem hoes out our business
And dem niggas out our mix
And if we do, I bet we fix it
My nigga, my nigga
Keep them hoes out our business
And them niggas out our mix
And if we do, I bet we fix it

I hit ya line
Nigga ain't answer, returning calls
Heard around you talking down
I still tell 'em dats my dawg
See dats when the problems hit
Not yo business stay outta this
This a "A" and "B" conversation
Hoe see yo way out of it
See I had to tell dat hoe
That's between me and my woe
Don't come speaking, seeking tea
Hoe I aint speaking on the bro
No low, we never break the code
The code we live and die by
The life we living, it's nonfiction
You would swear it's sci-fi
Cause we ride, we ride
Yeah, Ima ride for my dawg
And if it ever be a problem
Hit me up, you can call
We ride, we ride
Say, Ima ride for my dawg
If it ever be a problem
Hit me up you can call

Whoa, whazzam with it bitch?
How ya doing? where ya been?
You don't check on yo lil dawg?
We supposed to be like kin
My lil nigga
We come up together from out the trenches
Ain't no problem dats too big
Dat if we sit, dat we can't fix
My nigga, my nigga
Keep dem hoes out our business
And dem niggas out our mix
And if we do, I bet we fix it
My nigga, my nigga
Keep them hoes out our business
And them niggas out our mix
And if we do, I bet we fix it

Veteran in da game hoe
You ain't talking to no rookie
You can't tell me bout my dawg
And fill my head up with dem cookies
All dat gossipin', it stops here
No snakes up in these crops here
You can't tell me bout my dawg
Especially if you not him
Na you could miss me with that game
Cause you can't run it on me
Man I been running with these niggas since 400 degrees
With the woes I go back
Like Girbauds with the strap
Pray to God an angel touch me
Devil rode on my back
You got a problem with me dawg
Well we can sit and we fix it
Lets keep this shit between the clique
Don't put the streets in our business
Reminiscing about my dawg
We ain't talk in awhile
Guess it's time to swallow our pride
Pick up the phone and reach out

Whoa, whazzam with it bitch?
How ya doing? where ya been?
You don't check on yo lil dawg?
We supposed to be like kin
My lil nigga
We come up together from out the trenches
Ain't no problem dats too big
Dat if we sit, dat we can't fix
My nigga, my nigga
Keep dem hoes out our business
And dem niggas out our mix
And if we do, I bet we fix it
My nigga, my nigga
Keep them hoes out our business
And them niggas out our mix
And if we do, I bet we fix it

Na is you hearing me dawg
Know you feeling me dawg
You forever in my heart
Near and dear to me dawg
If I died would you cry
Shed a tear for ya dawg
If I fall, dust me off
Help up ya lil dawg
That's my lil nigga and I back him
We been thru shit, you can't fathom
Get out the mix, stay out our biz
We don't know you bitches from Adam
You my lil woe, more like my bro
Stuck by my side, I kept you close
When we was young we swapped our kicks
And we would wear each other clothes
Slept by yo crib, so we could joce
All night on dat '64
Theresa told us go to sleep
We was sleeping head to toe
Na is you hearing me dawg
Know you feeling me dawg
You forever in my heart
Near and dear to me dawg

Whoa, whazzam with it bitch?
How ya doing? where ya been?
You don't check on yo lil dawg?
We supposed to be like kin
My lil nigga
We come up together from out the trenches
Ain't no problem dats too big
Dat if we sit, dat we can't fix
My nigga, my nigga
Keep dem hoes out our business
And dem niggas out our mix
And if we do, I bet we fix it
My nigga, my nigga
Keep them hoes out our business
And them niggas out our mix
And if we do, I bet we fix it

Written by:
Tyler Brumfield

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