Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Miss My Dawgs , by - Meek Mill. Release date: 25.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Miss My Dawgs |
| I miss my dawgs |
| I miss my dawgs |
| And they killed my little nigga |
| Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off |
| And who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that call |
| So I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off |
| I miss my dawgs |
| I miss my dawgs |
| And they killed my little nigga |
| Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off |
| And who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that call |
| So I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off |
| They killed Chinx Drugz in his own city |
| They killed Lil Snupe in his own city |
| Wonder why I don’t be in my own city |
| I don’t know if niggas gone clap for me or going to kill me |
| Still living lavish and they still wonder why I act savage |
| All these guns and automatics |
| Still gonna murder these niggas that want to have it |
| Before they have me miss my son’s football practice |
| Fuck y’all niggas that killed Lil Snupe |
| And when we run into y’all niggas we gone kill y’all too |
| I still pray every young nigga feel that coupe |
| Cause young niggas feel like me, I feel like you |
| Fifty shades of grey, want to do me like Freddie |
| I pray to god, load my chopper, tell them niggas I’m ready |
| I’m riding round with my squad, it’s Pmon and Omelly |
| I got Dean in the cut, my nigga Coon be so heavy |
| We got to make it back home tonight |
| So fuck the law, we brought the chrome tonight |
| Cause the cops won’t save you, you alone tonight |
| So tell a young nigga am I wrong or right |
| I miss my dawgs |
| I miss my dawgs |
| And they killed my little nigga |
| Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off |
| And who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that call |
| So I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off |
| I miss my dawgs |
| I miss my dawgs |
| And they killed my little nigga |
| Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off |
| And who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that call |
| So I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off |
| Sometimes I miss my dad, I wish he could see me now |
| Rolls Royce, he wouldn’t believe me now |
| The way I took my mom out the hood, got Tweety round |
| From the jects to the burbs, I wish you could meet me now |
| But you died before he was even round |
| But I set him straight though, look who he be around |
| And he sticks with the kids where they really play soccer |
| When he could’ve been a nigga on the corner with a chopper |
| You the one that taught me how to hold my hands before they got you |
| So I’mma fight hard for the fam until they pop us, till they rock us |
| You ain’t even get to meet my son Papi |
| He’s three now, and he be asking where his grandpop is |
| You see now, they talk us down, see my fam shopping |
| Now see the brand new Benz and the brand new houses |
| Know you see these brand new friends, acting brand new, smiling |
| And I just got brand new bills, that’s brand new problems |
| And my old homie told on me, like damn you wyling |
| And that shit you talk from jail don’t scare nobody |
| Cause you told, you dead now |
| And you know, nigga walk with your head down |
| RIP |
| Fly high, so high, fly high, so high |
| Fly high, so high, so long, goodbye |
| Fly high, so high, so long, goodbye |
| So high, so high, so long, goodbye |