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We Them Lyrics - Singles - P.reign

Show them niggas we ride and we roll 

We'll be ridin' til the wheel falls off 

Show them nigga we grind and this gold 

We'll be shinin' til the lights go out 

Do this one for the highs, for the lows 

For the rich, for the poor 

For the niggas that won't make it 

The niggas with a shot 

The niggas that gon' give it all they got 

We them niggas 

 

I walk with niggas you don't fuck with 

Them same niggas I stuck with 

If I drive by in my spaceship them hoes all get abducted 

Royalty I dream that, loyalty I'll bleed that 

Know many brothers I feed nigga? 

So I dont need your feedback 

Hunnid K where I sleep at, I got Louie loafs at my feet at 

You touch one of mine, we take ten of yours and I mean that 

Nigga lean back, I caught a case and I'll beat the case 

Jewish lawyers we need that, yellin' mazel tov on my seat back 

And a super ho on her knee caps 

I'm fly as shit, bitch check me out 

My bitch bad as shit, gon' and check her out 

I had her at the hotel stretching out 

Get checks in while I'm checkin' out 

Real nigga, real nigga, twelve rounds I Holyfield niggas 

I'm superman with this chopper fam 

You looking at the man of steele nigga 

I ride around my town with young inmates they hate coppers 

Rich niggas, all mobsters, rude boys, all shottas, gully niggas 

Some gaza daytimes like her night shifts 

Our loyalty is priceless, born poor but we'll die rich 

 

Show them niggas we ride and we roll 

We'll be ridin' til the wheel falls off 

Show them nigga we grind and this gold 

We'll be shinin' til the lights go out 

Do this one for the highs, for the lows 

For the rich, for the poor 

For the niggas that won't make it 

The niggas with a shot 

The niggas that gon' give it all they got 

We them niggas 

 

Them other rappers is dry snitchin' 

Me, I talk that fly shit 

Plottin' at the lot Ferraris, I can't even drive stick 

Mother fuck your gossip, the concept is my nine inch 

Dick up on your bitch lips, he kiss kiss I got this 

Dont worry Harlem I got this 

Somebody tell me where the top is 

Parking lot pimp, in a drop six 

Comme de Garcon with Rock kicks 

Mighta crew shit, mighta chop shit 

They on that new shit, they on that block shit 

Like that pop shit, I'm on that Pac shit 

That hit em up motherfucker die quick 

 

The haters hate they don't want let my niggas come home 

But I'm ambitious, plus impatient plus the fact that I'm grown 

I see the jealousy you made and now my neck come on 

Cause I'm on we on 

Whole lot of names, whole lot of lames 

Fuckin' up the way cause they all sound the same 

But Im sorry for the way, to make my own lane 

These niggas so gay 

 

Show them niggas we ride and we roll 

We'll be ridin' til the wheel falls off 

Show them nigga we grind and this gold 

We'll be shinin' til the lights go out 

Do this one for the highs, for the lows 

For the rich, for the poor 

For the niggas that won't make it 

The niggas with a shot 

The niggas that gon' give it all they got 

We them niggas 

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