Meek Mill - Miss My Dawgs Lyrics
[Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da Fool]I miss my dawgsI miss my dawgsAnd they killed my little niggaMan I wish that I was there when that shit popped offAnd who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that callSo I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off[Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da Fool]I miss my dawgsI miss my dawgsAnd they killed my little niggaMan I wish that I was there when that shit popped offAnd who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that callSo I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off[Verse 1: Meek Mill]They killed Chinx Drugz in his own cityThey killed Lil Snupe in his own cityWonder why I don't be in my own cityI don't know if niggas gone clap for me or going to kill meStill living lavish and they still wonder why I act savageAll these guns and automaticsStill gonna murder these niggas that want to have itBefore they have me miss my son’s football practice***** y’all niggas that killed Lil SnupeAnd when we run into y’all niggas we gone kill y’all tooI still pray every young nigga feel that coupeCause young niggas feel like me, I feel like youFifty shades of grey, want to do me like FreddieI pray to god, load my chopper, tell them niggas I’m readyI’m riding round with my squad, it's Pmon and OmellyI got Dean in the cut, my nigga Coon be so heavyWe got to make it back home tonightSo ***** the law, we brought the chrome tonightCause the cops won’t save you, you alone tonightSo tell a young nigga am I wrong or right[Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da Fool]I miss my dawgsI miss my dawgsAnd they killed my little niggaMan I wish that I was there when that shit popped offAnd who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that callSo I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off[Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da Fool]I miss my dawgsI miss my dawgsAnd they killed my little niggaMan I wish that I was there when that shit popped offAnd who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that callSo I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off[Verse 2: Meek Mill]Sometimes I miss my dad, I wish he could see me nowRolls Royce, he wouldn’t believe me nowThe way I took my mom out the hood, got Tweety roundFrom the jects to the burbs, I wish you could meet me nowBut you died before he was even roundBut I set him straight though, look who he be aroundAnd he sticks with the kids where they really play soccerWhen he could’ve been a nigga on the corner with a chopperYou the one that taught me how to hold my hands before they got youSo I’mma fight hard for the fam until they pop us, till they rock usYou ain’t even get to meet my son PapiHe’s three now, and he be asking where his grandpop isYou see now, they talk us down, see my fam shoppingNow see the brand new Benz and the brand new housesKnow you see these brand new friends, acting brand new, smilingAnd I just got brand new bills, that’s brand new problemsAnd my old homie told on me, like damn you wylingAnd that shit you talk from jail don’t scare nobodyCause you told, you dead nowAnd you know, nigga walk with your head downRIP[Outro: Travi$ Scott]Fly high, so high, fly high, so highFly high, so high, so long, goodbyeFly high, so high, so long, goodbyeSo high, so high, so long, goodbye
