We Wit All Dat Songtext
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We Wit All Dat Songtext
L-Fingers
Put that nigga on
Playin′ tough, gon' get each ass, get that nigga gone
They be careful where they stop, ′cause we don't get along
That same spot that nigga's livin′ is where I′m sittin' on
But I be careful, ′cause I don't wanna get no kids involved
Nigga, you ain′t gang, you a snitch
And that nigga that you with used to be gang nigga switched
Talkin' shit, couldn′t even get a name in the clique
We gon' trip on any nigga who try to say that he ain't this, ay
We gon′ shoot up house if I tell him to get back to the crib
Or he leave, either way, we gon′ leave him in his whip
Flip his car, he ain't hurt without them niggas, that he whip
Feel cigars with them niggas that he love, and they forget
We with all that, nigga, we will yank in this bitch
Nigga, fall back, We got many coyotes with the sticks
Hit his neck, tryna′ hit him in his face, but he lit
When they miss on that skip, but we gon' double back again
We with all that, nigga, we will yank in this bitch
Nigga, fall back, we got many coyotes with the sticks
Hit his neck, tryna′ hit him in his face, but he lit
When they miss on that skip, but we gon' double back again
We with all that
When you throwin′ up them signs, you gotta play the part, ayy
Playin' them in the sky when we shoot at a star
It's a rap, for the make ′em back when we pack this car, facts
We gon′ take 'em off the map if niggas play with scars
Sit down, we gon′ send it round, suck his facial off, ayy
Old bro, let it blow, a little drink, he talks
Closed casket, they won't even see his face at all
Heard that nigga landin′ on his face when they made him fall
F is 5.56 Divided on my side, but niggas knows this is my shit
I'm quiet, but I slide, I′d rather go I don't buy hits
Don't gamble with your life, and try to switch when I′m dicey
We with all that, nigga, we will yank in this bitch
Nigga, fall back, We got many coyotes with the sticks
Hit his neck, tryna′ hit him in his face, but he lit
When they miss on that skip, but we gon' double back again
We with all that, nigga, we will yank in this bitch
Nigga, fall back, We got many coyotes with the sticks
Hit his neck, tryna′ hit him in his face, but he lit
When they miss on that skip, but we gon' double back again
We with all that
L-Fingers
Put that nigga on
Playin′ tough, gon' get each ass, get that nigga gone
They be careful where they stop, ′cause we don't get along
That same spot that nigga's livin′ is where I′m sittin' on
But I be careful, ′cause I don't wanna get no kids involved
Nigga, you ain′t gang, you a snitch
And that nigga that you with used to be gang nigga switched
Talkin' shit, couldn′t even get a name in the clique
We gon' trip on any nigga who try to say that he ain't this, ay
We gon′ shoot up house if I tell him to get back to the crib
Or he leave, either way, we gon′ leave him in his whip
Flip his car, he ain't hurt without them niggas, that he whip
Feel cigars with them niggas that he love, and they forget
We with all that, nigga, we will yank in this bitch
Nigga, fall back, We got many coyotes with the sticks
Hit his neck, tryna′ hit him in his face, but he lit
When they miss on that skip, but we gon' double back again
We with all that, nigga, we will yank in this bitch
Nigga, fall back, we got many coyotes with the sticks
Hit his neck, tryna′ hit him in his face, but he lit
When they miss on that skip, but we gon' double back again
We with all that
When you throwin′ up them signs, you gotta play the part, ayy
Playin' them in the sky when we shoot at a star
It's a rap, for the make ′em back when we pack this car, facts
We gon′ take 'em off the map if niggas play with scars
Sit down, we gon′ send it round, suck his facial off, ayy
Old bro, let it blow, a little drink, he talks
Closed casket, they won't even see his face at all
Heard that nigga landin′ on his face when they made him fall
F is 5.56 Divided on my side, but niggas knows this is my shit
I'm quiet, but I slide, I′d rather go I don't buy hits
Don't gamble with your life, and try to switch when I′m dicey
We with all that, nigga, we will yank in this bitch
Nigga, fall back, We got many coyotes with the sticks
Hit his neck, tryna′ hit him in his face, but he lit
When they miss on that skip, but we gon' double back again
We with all that, nigga, we will yank in this bitch
Nigga, fall back, We got many coyotes with the sticks
Hit his neck, tryna′ hit him in his face, but he lit
When they miss on that skip, but we gon' double back again
We with all that
L-Fingers
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