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 |