| Anybody seen a waitress? |
| Tell her bring more liquor
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| All my dawgs in the building, and we smokin' on that killer
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| Anybody know a hater? |
| Middle finger to the ceiling
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| Feelin' like John Gotti — can’t nobody fuck with us (turn up)
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| We them niggas… we them niggas, we them niggas…
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| All the bad bitches know it (all the bad bitches know it)
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| We them niggas, we them niggas…
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| Middle finger to the ceiling…
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| We them niggas, we them niggas…
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| We don’t really give a fuck…
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| ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
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| I’m screamin' «fuck them other niggas 'cause I’m down for my niggas»
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| Middle finger to the ceiling, everybody keep calm
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| ‘Cause you’ve got some real niggas in the building
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| And you don’t really look familiar — that’s your girl?
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| My bad, in my ear she’s been begging me to hit her
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| Oh lord! |
| Oh lord!
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| Have her really catching feelings all night from the club to the villa
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| Know you’re chilling with the realest, I ain’t even gotta say it
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| Blowin' money, I don’t really mean to litter
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| We them niggas, we them niggas from the bottom to the top
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| Y’all mad? |
| LOL — go figure
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| Balmain on the feet, twenty bottles of the peach
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| On the way, light ‘em up, light ‘em up
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| I don’t really give a what, I don’t really give a what
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| Mess around, I’mma buy the whole club
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| I’m just really showin' love
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| That gon' probably get ‘em mad, so sad
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| All haters need a hug
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| Take a hit of these drugs, gettin' high with my dawgs
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| ‘Til the ma’fuckin' sun come up
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| Let it pass, puff puff
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| I let them haters keep talkin' while the money pile up
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| I pull up in a two-seater, you see him with a badass bitch
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| Lil' nigga, that’s a must
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| Good Lord! |
| Good Lord!
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| Man, her ass so retarded it belong on a short yellow bus
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| And she rollin' with them niggas, but she knew that already
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| Yeah, we heavy in this bitch like «what?»
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| Now where you from, where you from?
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| Don’t nobody else matter but your day one niggas from the jump
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| Yeah we started from the bottom with a dream and a dollar
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| Keep it real, shorty, I know you wanna fuck
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| Amen! |
| Amen!
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| Swear this watch that I’m wearin' on my wrist
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| Man, this shit is pretty rare
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| Everything I do big, all I do is set trends
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| You can try it, don’t nobody really care
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| Don’t nobody really care
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| I can show you my committee, in my city
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| Boy, I’m treated like the mayor
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| Way the bezel gold is shining on a 100 grand Rollie
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| Boy, it really ain’t a choice but to stare
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| I’m just keepin' shit player…
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| Let me hear you say «fuck the niggas»
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| ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
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| Let me hear you say «fuck the niggas»
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| ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
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| Let me hear you say «fuck the niggas»
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| ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
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| Everybody know they can’t fuck with us
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| ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?
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| ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?
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| ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Them Niggas , by - Ace Hood. Song from the album Trials & Tribulations, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп