Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Us, artist - Dave East. Date of issue: 07.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Us |
| Big body Rover and it still came with a sport |
| Big booty bitches gotta fetish for Dior |
| Tall glass, better not see the jet when it soar |
| Double cup of lean, you could smell that codeine in my pores |
| Keep some extra sticks 'cause any day could be a war |
| Committed in these streets, I call Dave East when I’m in New York |
| Takin' care of my fam, I know what I was made for |
| Look what bein' real and loyalty done gave us |
| Look what bein' real and loyalty done gave us |
| Make a million dollars, niggas say you changed up |
| Your bitch on my dick now 'cause she know I’m famous |
| Used to couldn’t get in, I get paid at the same club |
| Prada with no laces, hard to recognize my shoes |
| Stars inside the Wraith made her feel like she on the moon |
| No suckers around me, only real ones in the room |
| I keep it on my body, I don’t gotta pay no goon |
| Backseat of that Maybach, shit be feelin' like a jet |
| Smokin' cookie, I ain’t touch her pussy, but yo' bitch got wet |
| Got a condo on my neck and on my wrist I got a 'vette |
| Gunna, Gunna, that’s my loc forever, do it for the set |
| Dirt gang |
| Big body Rover and it still came with a sport (Yes) |
| Big booty bitches gotta fetish for Dior (Yessir) |
| Tall glass, better not see the jet when it soar |
| Double cup of lean, you could smell that codeine in my pores (Mm) |
| Keep some extra sticks 'cause any day could be a war (Yes) |
| Committed in these streets, I call Dave East when I’m in New York |
| Takin' care of my fam, I know what I was made for |
| Look what bein' real and loyalty done gave us |
| The penthouse paid up, that is a Benz plus |
| Chains European cut, I’m smokin' real RUNTZ |
| Ridin' 'round with that F&N like I’m on a manhunt |
| Tryna stretch it 'til the end, couple hunnids through the month |
| Lot of lean in my cup, I drink clean in that cut |
| In the club wit' it tucked, run it up like the Bucks |
| Every other day I get paid for the club |
| How you never chased yo' bag and they still don’t show you love? |
| I been talkin' to the God and ain’t no one else above |
| See the opps then we gon' slide, hit 'em up 'fore they hit us |
| So no, you can’t divide, family like the Brady Bunch |
| Couple bad foreigns outside, you already know it’s us |
| Big body Rover and it still came with a sport (Yes) |
| Big booty bitches gotta fetish for Dior (Yessir) |
| Tall glass, better not see the jet when it soar |
| Double cup of lean, you could smell that codeine in my pores |
| Keep some extra sticks 'cause any day could be a war |
| Committed in these streets, I call Dave East when I’m in New York |
| Takin' care of my fam, I know what I was made for |
| Look what bein' real and loyalty done gave us |