Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dog Food, artist - Swavay. Album song Pure Pack, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Boominati Worldwide
Song language: English
Dog Food |
| Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah |
| Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah |
| And I say, every day I wake up with my mind on this money |
| Promise, when I get it, can’t nobody take it from me |
| Real Atlanta nigga, get you knocked off with your attitude |
| Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules |
| On my momma, all I know 'bout is these drugs |
| When she at work, and I’m right outside with them thugs |
| Yeah, I got friends, some of 'em blue, some of 'em Bloods |
| So I’ma pick up on the flag just because |
| Imagine what it’s like to wake up every day and know you don’t belong |
| Peer pressure got me ridin', got me on the tag-along |
| Fuck these hoes and get this money, that’s the only theme song |
| Even if I don’t agree, I know it’s bool to play along |
| I can’t go out like no bitch, I’m not no punk, I’m no peon |
| I’m no gangsta, I’m no dealer, but my niggas put me on |
| What I really got to lose when I go home and lights ain’t on? |
| For some money, I’ll finesse you, don’t push me, might crack your dome |
| (Uh) |
| All my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right |
| (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah) |
| That muhfucka too hard (Yeah, said) |
| All my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right |
| (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah) |
| And I say, every day I wake up with my mind on this money |
| Promise, when I get it, can’t nobody take it from me |
| Real Atlanta nigga, get you knocked off with your attitude |
| Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules |
| Yeah, double life shawty, I know that I’m wrong |
| I know I can’t put none of this bullshit in my songs |
| I repent to God and ask Him, please, to write my wrongs, hol' up |
| Here go the work hittin' my phone, hittin' my phone, yeah |
| I don’t wanna live like this |
| Momma raised me better, yeah, guilt trip like this |
| How did it get like this? |
| Pray to God, hope He forgive this shit |
| Wanna run away right now |
| Out of the city, I wanna forget this shit |
| Runnin' away from a early death |
| Knowin' that I can outlive this shit |
| I don’t wanna live like this |
| Momma raised me better, yeah, guilt trip like this |
| How did it get like this? |
| Pray to God, hope He forgive this shit |
| I wanna run away right now |
| Out of the city, I wanna forget this shit |
| Runnin' away from a early death |
| Knowin' that I can outlive this shit |
| (Uh) |
| All my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right |
| (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah) |
| Like I just muhfuckin' said, that muhfucka too hard (Yeah, said) |
| All my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right |
| (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah) |
| And I said, every day I wake up with my mind on this money |
| Promise, when I get it, can’t nobody take it from me |
| Real Atlanta nigga, get you knocked off with your attitude |
| Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules |
| Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules |
| Never had no pet, but I got dog… |