Woah, woah, woah (baby if you gon' be with me you gotta')
Woah, woah, woah (you can't just be riding)
I'm really him two.. (you gotta roll up this shit right quick)
Pop a yerky on the wake up (on the wake up)
Bitch was getting super aggy
Had to shake up ( I had to shake the bitch)
I was writing CV down with my paint brush (I'm so CV)
They couldn't never f*ck with us
So they gon' hate us (these niggas hatin')
Same fit for about a week
I'm on my trap shit (I'm on my what?)
Pretty bitch from out the bricks
I had to clap the bitch (you had to what?)
I'm movin' slow
Me and Q we off that activis (we off that activis)
We do a celebration every time the pack come in (every time the pack in)
I can't be around no niggas who ain't doing nothing (niggas ain't doing shit)
I'm off so many drugs so really I don't feel nothing (my body numb)
Big cuz been violent since a jit
That nigga still stuntin' (that nigga still runnin')
They couldn't never pay the plug
That nigga stopped frontin' (that nigga stopped frontin')
Every time I f*ck the bitch she turn the camera on (she turn the camera on)
I feel emptier than a bitch
Ain't got my hammer on me (ain't got my blicky on me)
Lil bra been moving slimy
I don't wanna' bang lil' homie ( I don't wanna put em' down)
Gotta gangsta bitch so pretty she keep a taser on her (uhh-huh)
Every time I fell back from the trap
I beat that road up (I beat that road up)
He just gon' talk like he so solid
Bet he fold up (I bet he bitch up)
Back in middle school ain't have no binder
I had my pole tucked (I had that 30 on me)
Can't have no lat around no pastor
He put souls up ( free no lat)
Got yo' bm in the trap eating dick for weeks
I call my lil' dog 23 cause he tote 23's (my lil dog MJ)
Ain't never heard bout lil' dog
I bet he heard of me ( I bet you heard of DG)
When we was f*cked up in 18
We rolled them swisher sweets (swisha what?)
Pop a yerky on the wake up (on the wake up)
Bitch was getting super aggy
Had to shake up ( I had to block the bitch)
I was writing CV down with my paint brush (with my paint brush)
They couldn't never f*ck with us
So they gon' hate us (so they gon' hate)
Same fit for about a week
I'm on my trap shit (I'm on my trap what)
Pretty bitch from out the bricks
I had to clap the bitch (you had to clap the what?)
I'm moving slow
Me and Q we off that activis (you off that)
We do a celebration every time the pack come in
I was in preschool nigga writing CV nigga
I ain't lying nigga..
DG Shawn - Wake Up Lyrics
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Woah, woah, woah (baby if you gon' be with me you gotta')
Woah, woah, woah (you can't just be riding)
I'm really him two.. (you gotta roll up this shit right quick)
Pop a yerky on the wake up (on the wake up)
Bitch was getting super aggy
Had to shake up ( I had to shake the bitch)
I was writing CV down with my paint brush (I'm so CV)
They couldn't never f*ck with us
So they gon' hate us (these niggas hatin')
Same fit for about a week
I'm on my trap shit (I'm on my what?)
Pretty bitch from out the bricks
I had to clap the bitch (you had to what?)
I'm movin' slow
Me and Q we off that activis (we off that activis)
We do a celebration every time the pack come in (every time the pack in)
I can't be around no niggas who ain't doing nothing (niggas ain't doing shit)
I'm off so many drugs so really I don't feel nothing (my body numb)
Big cuz been violent since a jit
That nigga still stuntin' (that nigga still runnin')
They couldn't never pay the plug
That nigga stopped frontin' (that nigga stopped frontin')
Every time I f*ck the bitch she turn the camera on (she turn the camera on)
I feel emptier than a bitch
Ain't got my hammer on me (ain't got my blicky on me)
Lil bra been moving slimy
I don't wanna' bang lil' homie ( I don't wanna put em' down)
Gotta gangsta bitch so pretty she keep a taser on her (uhh-huh)
Every time I fell back from the trap
I beat that road up (I beat that road up)
He just gon' talk like he so solid
Bet he fold up (I bet he bitch up)
Back in middle school ain't have no binder
I had my pole tucked (I had that 30 on me)
Can't have no lat around no pastor
He put souls up ( free no lat)
Got yo' bm in the trap eating dick for weeks
I call my lil' dog 23 cause he tote 23's (my lil dog MJ)
Ain't never heard bout lil' dog
I bet he heard of me ( I bet you heard of DG)
When we was f*cked up in 18
We rolled them swisher sweets (swisha what?)
Pop a yerky on the wake up (on the wake up)
Bitch was getting super aggy
Had to shake up ( I had to block the bitch)
I was writing CV down with my paint brush (with my paint brush)
They couldn't never f*ck with us
So they gon' hate us (so they gon' hate)
Same fit for about a week
I'm on my trap shit (I'm on my trap what)
Pretty bitch from out the bricks
I had to clap the bitch (you had to clap the what?)
I'm moving slow
Me and Q we off that activis (you off that)
We do a celebration every time the pack come in
I was in preschool nigga writing CV nigga
I ain't lying nigga..
Woah, woah, woah (you can't just be riding)
I'm really him two.. (you gotta roll up this shit right quick)
Pop a yerky on the wake up (on the wake up)
Bitch was getting super aggy
Had to shake up ( I had to shake the bitch)
I was writing CV down with my paint brush (I'm so CV)
They couldn't never f*ck with us
So they gon' hate us (these niggas hatin')
Same fit for about a week
I'm on my trap shit (I'm on my what?)
Pretty bitch from out the bricks
I had to clap the bitch (you had to what?)
I'm movin' slow
Me and Q we off that activis (we off that activis)
We do a celebration every time the pack come in (every time the pack in)
I can't be around no niggas who ain't doing nothing (niggas ain't doing shit)
I'm off so many drugs so really I don't feel nothing (my body numb)
Big cuz been violent since a jit
That nigga still stuntin' (that nigga still runnin')
They couldn't never pay the plug
That nigga stopped frontin' (that nigga stopped frontin')
Every time I f*ck the bitch she turn the camera on (she turn the camera on)
I feel emptier than a bitch
Ain't got my hammer on me (ain't got my blicky on me)
Lil bra been moving slimy
I don't wanna' bang lil' homie ( I don't wanna put em' down)
Gotta gangsta bitch so pretty she keep a taser on her (uhh-huh)
Every time I fell back from the trap
I beat that road up (I beat that road up)
He just gon' talk like he so solid
Bet he fold up (I bet he bitch up)
Back in middle school ain't have no binder
I had my pole tucked (I had that 30 on me)
Can't have no lat around no pastor
He put souls up ( free no lat)
Got yo' bm in the trap eating dick for weeks
I call my lil' dog 23 cause he tote 23's (my lil dog MJ)
Ain't never heard bout lil' dog
I bet he heard of me ( I bet you heard of DG)
When we was f*cked up in 18
We rolled them swisher sweets (swisha what?)
Pop a yerky on the wake up (on the wake up)
Bitch was getting super aggy
Had to shake up ( I had to block the bitch)
I was writing CV down with my paint brush (with my paint brush)
They couldn't never f*ck with us
So they gon' hate us (so they gon' hate)
Same fit for about a week
I'm on my trap shit (I'm on my trap what)
Pretty bitch from out the bricks
I had to clap the bitch (you had to clap the what?)
I'm moving slow
Me and Q we off that activis (you off that)
We do a celebration every time the pack come in
I was in preschool nigga writing CV nigga
I ain't lying nigga..
Writer: Keshawn Lundy
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