Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We on (feat. Yo Gotti) , by - Akon. Release date: 03.02.2014
Song language: English
We on (feat. Yo Gotti) |
| Ya, Ya My top damn my money low |
| My bitch bad Im packed up Niggas like many bitches fuck |
| Hey hood yo mou hey hes strapped on Ya mixed up take it on me called |
| My gorillaz I got killaz ichin chilas |
| Far it costrict from a deala |
| Im worldwide they love me when I P Jey if it soil they coka money low |
| They fuckin with a soil |
| See all my bitches love me They all become in me hobby |
| I’ve been thinking by movin in Maiami |
| And get in choby they get in on his money |
| And fuck all his bitches |
| Supplyin all his hood. |
| Startin be pop in his strechit |
| We on, We on, We on, |
| We on, we on, we on See his duby and a scuby |
| His spinnin and hes tryna |
| Thats swag above duby |
| When his all tryna holla |
| We on, we on, we on, |
| We on, we on, we on. |
| Yo Gotti: |
| I pulled up and like go home |
| Straight line like noone and |
| Rid bitch and red rolling some tome, telephone |
| She makes skin how bottle in my poeple noone |
| Stand me kip club they’re wanna watch every |
| … came stand me Hey on her club and we poppin bitches and they |
| Poppin and the … we will rockin |
| We on, we on to the rain and we shoppin |
| Nigga know and they wont stoped me We wont deala top a bitch |
| I turn club like a light switch |
| Oh like a nigga like a dog beat |
| Go around the black trap and still |
| Dont white she money is the rule of Our evil on this tryna fear my people |
| Couple answer for this snickel |
| We on, we on Akon: |
| They get in on his money |
| And fuck all his bitches |
| Supplyin all his hood |
| Startin be pop in his strechit |
| We on, We on, We on, |
| We on, we on, we on See his duby and a scuby |
| His spinnin and hes tryna |
| Thats wierd above duby |
| When his all tryna get a swag holla |
| We on, we on, we on, |
| We on, we on, we on. |
| We work hard no sleep |
| You stuff we eat no shorts need deep |
| The Louise bag eight chip |
| And thats all she want it got a bag |
| All upon it remind me on my bad Op She have think that I am cloned |
| Cute face nigga all ass look at she is jalou |
| Tap is already smash tryna fucked the whole laino |
| Tam ido n my neck gun is on my waist |
| My splearge little bit what doum all is bitch |
| They get in on his money |
| And fuck all his bitches see fine on his horse |
| Startin be pop in his strechit |
| We on, We on, We on, |
| We on, we on, we on See his duby and a scuby |
| His spinnin and hes tryna |
| Thats wierd above duby |
| When his all tryna holla |
| We on, we on, we on, |
| We on, we on, we on. |