Call My Dawgs (Remastered) ft. Priest Pope, Pediskywalker, Kory & Dreyego Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2021
Lyrics
Call my dawgs
We getting even tonight
We bout to clean em tonight
Take the number plates off
Put the balaclava on
We getting even tonight
We bout to clean em tonight
Ska warra o tsweri lepara
Rolling up on em mar G belaclava
See the style you can't get it mahala
He ain't riding o kana wa sala
See my money long like Nia
I need her badly
Baddie Mamacita
In my two seater
You can never see her
You might need to G up
You might need a re-up
Man sheesh
Window rolled down
My middle finger up
I'm shiesty
Teriyaki my sauce
I'm stepping
Don't bite me
Yeah
Tapped in at the top and we never gon drop
Locked in to the target, we never gon
Flop
I'm from the east, you see
Got plenty niqqas keep it brief you see
So watch how you speak to me
Look
Running your mouth
But you barely unique to me
They looking for beef
You see
Outta the east for the cheese
Niqqas are looking for pieces
I come alive with gang
You know that we rock with no sleep
I always cut with my words
That's why I bleed when I speak
Tryna make room for my cheese
Better example is beef
Don't be acting like you know me
Cause you
Running around with the weak
All of my niqqas stay running the town
Getting paid by the week
All of you niggers can go for a mile
We ain't sharing no cheese
We getting even tonight
Call my niggers from niggers east side
We getting even tonight
Gotta call mine
Gotta call mine
Call my dawgs
We getting even tonight
We bout to clean em tonight
Take the number plates off
Put the balaclava on
We getting even tonight
We bout to clean em tonight
Call my dawgs
We getting even tonight
We bout to clean em tonight
Take the number plates off
Put the balaclava on
We getting even tonight
We bout to clean em tonight