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Where my dawgs at

We right here dawg

Where my dawgs at

Right here dawg

Where my dawgs at

We right here dawg

Now where my dawgs at

Frankie Mothafuckin' P

I said get at me

I'm talkin' to you niggas

With that rap beef

Get at me

Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne

Get at me

Never tacky jeans made by Acne

Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis

It's about to get uglier than Balenciagas

Felt bad I never finished college

Now we fuckin' cuties with booties

In Dapper Dan silk pajamas

Livin' the dream open up your eyelids

Me and Flacko on a island

With a few bad bitches

How my cousin make a mil'

Off a du-rag business

All my dawgs with the shit you

With a few cat litters

All the yellow with the black

Like the Wu back

Back when I was rentin' beds

I was still catchin' head

If I was bussin' dishes

I'd be still fuckin' bitches

Boof pack gift wrapped

Just like Christmas

Gone for a minute

Now I'm back did you miss me

Had the whole Harlem World

Wearin' Under Armours

Under the armors I'm a pretty

Mothafuckin' comma

Gorgeous comma pretty much

About to fuck your mama

Kinda runnin' late

For this meetin' with Obama

I ain't mean it to rhyme

But call me when your mind right

Meet me with your romper

CC me when the vibe right

More money more problem

More chopper more drama

And I got these hoes

Feelin' like Mo Bamba

Where my dawgs at

We right here dawg

Where my dawgs at

Right here dawg

Where my dawgs at

We right here dawg

Now where my dawgs at

Frankie Mothafuckin' P

Who gon' do what My dawgs gon' tool up

Nigga look out 'cause look down

Like one two fucked

And we don't give two fucks

Where I'm from you lunch you food

Niggas called your bluff

Pockets Warren Buffett

Security guard too buff

I like my songs screwed up

I own a gold toothbrush

I get my gold tooth buffed

I'ma stomp a nigga out

In Timberland nubuck

Young Buck too buck

Benz truck new truck

Big horns tuba more good than Cuba

They tried to hit us

Like Huey with the armpits up

But we swerved through the bullets

Get your targets up

Hood Pope up in this bitch

In Trap Lord we trust

Where my dawgs at

We right here dawg

Where my dawgs at

Right here dawg

Where my dawgs at

We right here dawg

Now where my dawgs at

I said get at me

I'm talkin' to you niggas

With that rap beef

Get at me

Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne

Get at me

Never tacky jeans made by Acne

Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis