| They tried to put me in my grave
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| By throwin' dirt up on my name, okay
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| Sometimes your woes turn into foes
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| You know how the sayin' goes
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| Gotta keep the grass low, no snakes
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| You know I dab on my haters, dab
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| Dab on my haters, dab
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| And I feel bad for my haters, bad
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| Cause I dab on my haters, dab
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| SQUAAAD!
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| Dabbin' on 'em, I’m about to go All-Madden on 'em
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| They gon' need more paddin' on 'em
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| Goin' Zero Dark Thirty, Bin Ladin on 'em
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| From the south side, Clayton County, homie
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| Hold the ball like your boy got ransom on it
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| You in the friend zone, romancin', homie
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| I’m in the end zone, and I’m dancin', homie
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| Flocka Flame, I’m back again
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| You asked me once, don’t ask again
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| Hit the sack and I’m stackin' and stackin' ends
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| Linebacker like flash, won’t pass again
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| Cam Newton, that’s the young gun
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| Peyton Manning, that’s the O. G
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| Ain’t a man alive I’ll run from
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| Better pay up if you owe me
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| You know me, I’m goin' off now
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| You know you fools done lost now
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| I was Gucci’s goon, I’m a boss now
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| All you gettin' lost in the sauce now |
| I ain’t mad at y’all, I feel bad for y’all
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| Watch out for the snakes, they’re trappin' y’all
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| Ain’t a safety that save me or tackle y’all
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| Champagne for the pain, I’ma laugh it off
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| KERI HILSON
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| feat. |
| WAKA FLOCKA & K CAMP
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| New! |
| Tap highlighted lyrics to add Meanings, Special Memories, and Misheard
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| Lyrics…
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| They tried to put me in my grave
|
| By throwin' dirt up on my name, okay
|
| Sometimes your woes turn into foes
|
| You know how the sayin' goes
|
| Gotta keep the grass low, no snakes
|
| You know I dab on my haters, dab
|
| Dab on my haters, dab
|
| And I feel bad for my haters, bad
|
| Cause I dab on my haters, dab
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| SQUAAAD!
|
| Dabbin' on 'em, I’m about to go All-Madden on 'em
|
| They gon' need more paddin' on 'em
|
| Goin' Zero Dark Thirty, Bin Ladin on 'em
|
| From the south side, Clayton County, homie
|
| Hold the ball like your boy got ransom on it
|
| You in the friend zone, romancin', homie
|
| I’m in the end zone, and I’m dancin', homie
|
| Flocka Flame, I’m back again
|
| You asked me once, don’t ask again
|
| Hit the sack and I’m stackin' and stackin' ends |
| Linebacker like flash, won’t pass again
|
| Cam Newton, that’s the young gun
|
| Peyton Manning, that’s the O. G
|
| Ain’t a man alive I’ll run from
|
| Better pay up if you owe me
|
| You know me, I’m goin' off now
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| You know you fools done lost now
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| I was Gucci’s goon, I’m a boss now
|
| All you gettin' lost in the sauce now
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| I ain’t mad at y’all, I feel bad for y’all
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| Watch out for the snakes, they’re trappin' y’all
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| Ain’t a safety that save me or tackle y’all
|
| Champagne for the pain, I’ma laugh it off
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| They tried to put me in my grave
|
| By throwin' dirt up on my name, okay
|
| Sometimes your woes turn into foes
|
| You know how the sayin' goes
|
| Gotta keep the grass low, no snakes
|
| You know I dab on my haters, dab
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| Dab on my haters, dab
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| And I feel bad for my haters, bad
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| Cause I dab on my haters, dab
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| Dab on 'em, get that cash on 'em
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| I said, «Dab on 'em,» throw the flag on 'em
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| Look, understand I’m the boy
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| Catchin' plays like McCoy
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| Catchin' plays like Emmitt
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| I’ma get mine and handle my business
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| Ready or not, say the word, here I come |
| I make the call, I’m on field like a coach
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| Dab… I’m doin' the most
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| Dab… I am the GOAT
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| Dab… I am the pope
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| Shawty know this her theme song
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| And I guarantee we bring rings home
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| Let’s give 'em all a reason to be envious
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| Never took a loss, we only win, that’s why they envy us
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| Can’t you hear that engine burn? |
| We call that motivation
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| Heavy in the game, get your weight up
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| Watch me dab on a hater
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| They tried to put me in my grave
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| By throwin' dirt up on my name, okay
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| Sometimes your woes turn into foes
|
| You know how the sayin' goes
|
| Gotta keep the grass low, no snakes
|
| You know I dab on my haters, dab
|
| Dab on my haters, dab
|
| And I feel bad for my haters, bad
|
| Cause I dab on my haters, dab
|
| They tried to put me in my grave
|
| By throwin' dirt up on my name, okay
|
| Sometimes your woes turn into foes
|
| You know how the sayin' goes
|
| Gotta keep the grass low, no snakes
|
| You know I dab on my haters, dab
|
| Dab on my haters, dab
|
| And I feel bad for my haters, bad
|
| Cause I dab on my haters, dab
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| You know I dab on my haters, dab |
| Dab on my haters, dab
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| And I feel bad for my haters, bad
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| Cause I dab on my haters, dab |