Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Them, artist - Preme. Date of issue: 08.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Them |
| Show them niggas we ride and we roll |
| We’ll be ridin' til the wheel falls off |
| Show them nigga we grind and this gold |
| We’ll be shinin' til the lights go out |
| Do this one for the highs, for the lows |
| For the rich, for the poor |
| For the niggas that won’t make it |
| The niggas with a shot |
| The niggas that gon' give it all they got |
| We them niggas |
| I walk with niggas you don’t fuck with |
| Them same niggas I stuck with |
| If I drive by in my spaceship them hoes all get abducted |
| Royalty I dream that, loyalty I’ll bleed that |
| Know many brothers I feed nigga? |
| So I don’t need your feedback |
| Hunnid K where I sleep at, I got Louie loafs at my feet at |
| You touch one of mine, we take ten of yours and I mean that |
| Nigga lean back, I caught a case and I’ll beat the case |
| Jewish lawyers we need that, yellin' mazel tov on my seat back |
| And a super ho on her knee caps |
| I’m fly as shit, bitch check me out |
| My bitch bad as shit, gon' and check her out |
| I had her at the hotel stretching out |
| Get checks in while I’m checkin' out |
| Real nigga, real nigga, twelve rounds I Holyfield niggas |
| I’m superman with this chopper fam |
| You looking at the man of steele nigga |
| I ride around my town with young inmates they hate coppers |
| Rich niggas, all mobsters, rude boys, all shottas, gully niggas |
| Some gaza daytimes like her night shifts |
| Our loyalty is priceless, born poor but we’ll die rich |
| Them other rappers is dry snitchin' |
| Me, I talk that fly shit |
| Plottin' at the lot Ferraris, I can’t even drive stick |
| Mother fuck your gossip, the concept is my nine inch |
| Dick up on your bitch lips, he kiss kiss I got this |
| Don’t worry Harlem I got this |
| Somebody tell me where the top is |
| Parking lot pimp, in a drop six |
| Comme de Garcon with Rock kicks |
| Mighta crew shit, mighta chop shit |
| They on that new shit, they on that block shit |
| Like that pop shit, I’m on that Pac shit |
| That hit em up motherfucker die quick |
| The haters hate they don’t want let my niggas come home |
| But I’m ambitious, plus impatient plus the fact that I’m grown |
| I see the jealousy you made and now my nigga come on |
| Cause I’m on we on |
| Whole lot of names, whole lot of lames |
| Fuckin' up the way cause they all sound the same |
| But I’m sorry for the way, to make my own lane |
| These niggas so gay |