Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Did It, artist - OmellyDate of issue: 02.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Did It |
| I get it, we get it |
| Yeah! |
| OTL nigga! |
| Osama twin lammas! |
| All that shit y’all niggas be talk 'bout, man we already did that |
| We did it, we did it |
| Cooking work up on the stove |
| We did it, we did it |
| Fucking bitches, getting dough |
| We did it, we did it |
| Turning up with my bros |
| We did it, we did it |
| Outchea doin' what we supposed' |
| We did it, we did it |
| We love money, never told |
| We did it, we did it |
| Love the life that we chose |
| We did it, we did it |
| Turning up with my bros |
| Fuck them niggas, man they do the most |
| Never lacking, gotta keep my toast |
| Y’all was walking 'round, naked broke |
| I was hand to hand with the coke |
| Chopper on me floating, I’m on the back seat- |
| I’m about to hop out and this shit, watch niggas run like a track |
| Me and my nigga in designer clothes |
| Cookin' clips dropped |
| You got to get up on them niggas, hit 'em up close |
| 100 real niggas get the utmost |
| Only real killers get the utmost |
| Only real dealers get the utmost |
| You out here sellin' bricks, you get the utmost |
| Never told never snitched, you get the utmost |
| Handling your bitch, you get the utmost |
| Taking care of your kids, you get the utmost |
| In the kitchen whippin', got a mean arm |
| Give me couple minutes then the works done |
| Cookin' crack up in the kitchen |
| Hittin' numbers, shit I did it |
| On my hammer bakin' soda, Pyrex the vision |
| Nigga we did it! |
| We did it, we did it |
| Cooking work up on the stove |
| We did it, we did it |
| Fucking bitches, getting dough |
| We did it, we did it |
| Turning up with my bros |
| We did it, we did it |
| Outchea doin' what we supposed' |
| We did it, we did it |
| We love money, never told |
| We did it, we did it |
| Love the life that we chose |
| We did it, we did it |
| Turning up with my bros |
| Celebrate with a pint of high tech |
| Couple cars notes around my neck |
| Heard your baby momma she a |
| Fuck around and you know I hit |
| Omelly boy, this is my shit |
| No deal til we fly private |
| Boy we litty forever, ain’t no dry shit |
| How you savage and you dry snitch |
| Make me bring .6 out |
| Make me bring sticks out |
| Bitches sucking dick now |
| Broke boy sit down |
| Boy I’m so rich now |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I ain’t with that fly shit, I get fly shit |
| Hype bitch, trap outta |
| Now my diamonds |
| 10 toes you might switch |
| Look at my diamonds, hit the light switch |
| Ran from the plug twelve times |
| They say that I’m flight risk, they don’t wanna believe me no more |
| I’m at the top, they won’t leave me no more |
| I make it easy some more |
| We did it, we did it |
| Cooking work up on the stove |
| We did it, we did it |
| Fucking bitches, getting dough |
| We did it, we did it |
| Turning up with my bros |
| We did it, we did it |
| Outchea doin' what we supposed' |
| We did it, we did it |
| We love money, never told |
| We did it, we did it |
| Love the life that we chose |
| We did it, we did it |
| Turning up with my bros |