Lil ATL Dawg Fa$e - All Dawgs Go To Heaven
I been a
Soulja Boy
Yup in my
White T
Get a stain
Off in that bitch
I Buy a new pack
Next week
No Gucci Mane
But the lemonade
Make a Nigga squeeze
Pissy yellow diamonds
Out the rough will
Make a Nigga bleed
We go to war for these
Golds if a nigga try and
Take from me
Not going to make you
Believe in something that
You think make believe
I'm still out here
Fighting cases year
To year only felonies
Keep quiet and
Rock a my baby
Not talking a melody
Stayed solid through
All the bullshit had
Made a humbled me
I remember them
Days when niggas was
Hiding in them trees
We would anything
Not to get caught up
By any police
I want to stop them
Then rob them and
Cut them Chop down
All they trees
These nigga turn
Into a virus Ima
Leave them in
The streets
Wipe em out and
Blow them down
Pound for pound
Like all of this weed
So many of my dogs die
They name backwards
Take from me
I know they in a better
Place ain't nowhere
Else they rather be
Do all dogs
Go to heaven
It's hard to tell
Cause the way
Me and mine stepping
We move like melly
In these streets
With all these weapons
I swear to god we
Won't see no days
Where we stressing
They always counting
And watching all of
Your blessings
I Ain't with none of
That texting you
Get the message
We pulling up
With them guns
Bigger than Texas
We turn that boy
Into a patty then
We melted him
For the cheese
You know I
Worked at the
Waffle House
24/7 get no sleep
I cooked a
Sauce biscuit
For niggas who
Want to beef at 3
I scraped the sides
Of the pot for
The grits for them
Niggas to leave
He ain't have nowhere
To go
He ain't have nowhere
To sleep
He just want 2s for the 3s
I know them Js trade
They sneaks
Just like these bitches
That freak
This shit get real in these
Streets
But they can't understand
Reality can't keep it a G
Born a prodigy from my
Streets cause they want
My energy
I been a
Soulja Boy
Yup in my
White T
Get a stain
Off in that bitch
I Buy a new pack
Next week
No Gucci Mane
But the lemonade
Make a Nigga squeeze
Pissy yellow diamonds
Out the rough will
Make a Nigga bleed
We go to war for these
Golds if a nigga try and
Take from me
Not going to make you
Believe in something that
You think make believe
I'm still out here
Fighting cases year
To year only felonies
Keep quiet and
Rock a my baby
Not talking a melody
Stayed solid through
All the bullshit had
Made a humbled me
I remember them
Days when niggas was
Hiding in them trees
We would anything
Not to get caught up
By any police
I want to stop them
Then rob them and
Cut them Chop down
All they trees
These nigga turn
Into a virus Ima
Leave them in
The streets
Wipe em out and
Blow them down
Pound for pound
Like all of this weed
So many of my dogs die
They name backwards
Take from me
I know they in a better
Place ain't nowhere
Else they rather be
I know you up above
The clouds looking
Down and out for me
From all the times we
Made it in from standing
Outside on the streets
We was the ones that
Had the squash for
These niggas that
Want to beef
They tried to say we
Made it hot when all
We wanted was some
Peace
We wasn't first to send
Them shots but when
We do we on repeat
We keep on spinning
& spinning & spinning
Treat em like the beat
We putting denims on
Denims on denims on
Denims no jeans
We cutting up and
Putting holes inside
Them hoes before
We leave
I been a
Soulja Boy
Yup in my
White T
Get a stain
Off in that bitch
I Buy a new pack
Next week
No Gucci Mane
But the lemonade
Make a Nigga squeeze
Pissy yellow diamonds
Out the rough will
Make a Nigga bleed
We go to war for these
Golds if a nigga try and
Take from me
Not going to make you
Believe in something that
You think make believe
I'm still out here
Fighting cases year
To year only felonies
Keep quiet and
Rock a my baby
Not talking a melody
Stayed solid through
All the bullshit had
Made a humbled me
I remember them
Days when niggas was
Hiding in them trees
We would anything
Not to get caught up
By any police
I want to stop them
Then rob them and
Cut them Chop down
All they trees
These nigga turn
Into a virus Ima
Leave them in
The streets
Wipe em out and
Blow them down
Pound for pound
Like all of this weed
So many of my dogs die
They name backwards
Take from me
I know they in a better
Place ain't nowhere
Else they rather be
Written by:
Darien Wade
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