Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Gone Be Straight, artist - Rich Homie Quan. Date of issue: 26.08.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Gone Be Straight |
| Grab the ice while its cold, pop the seal on it, now we pourin' eights |
| Yeah… yeah… |
| Doin' shows on the road, no mo local shit, more like tour dates |
| Yeah… yeah… |
| Tell ya ho to get a table, and put these hundreds on it, we gon' eat da plate |
| (ima eat it till its all gone) |
| Yeah… yeah… |
| And when its all said and done and ya money |
| Gone, We Gone Be Straight |
| Ok now, we gone be alright shawty we gone be straight |
| My diamonds look like light shawty, that’s why I’m always late |
| My sideline tryna fight shawty because she want her place |
| And I don’t wanna play no games with ya, that’s what kids for |
| My daddy told me 'Never hit her, just fuck her good like you miss her' |
| Make her stomach hurt no sit ups |
| Couldna been me she woulda been fucked… ok |
| Money and God, I put no one above that |
| That thang you do with you tongue you know I love that |
| I poured a eight out for my partners dead and gone |
| I got some partners doing 40 who ain’t never coming home |
| I know my time coming so I check the Muller |
| Meanwhile, grab the ice out the cooler |
| Grab the ice while its cold, pop the seal on it, now we pourin' eights |
| Yeah… yeah… |
| Doin' shows on the road, no mo local shit, more like tour dates |
| Yeah… yeah… |
| Tell ya ho to get a table, and put these hundreds on it, we gon' eat da plate |
| (ima eat it till its all gone) |
| Yeah… yeah… |
| And when its all said and done and ya money |
| Gone, We Gone Be Straight |
| Gettin' them scripts by the pint, 4 by the bottom, 8 in the phantom |
| Shouts out goes to molly |
| Shouts out East Atlanta, shouts out to the projects |
| Shouts out to my closet, naw shouts out to my wallet |
| And we still young made bosses |
| No dinner plans but we flossin' |
| And I’m in the van with that 40 |
| Like a business man, no talking |
| Ok, that jet I’m in private nigga |
| Okay, okay |
| Got a potato at the end so when I shoot it, it be silent nigga |
| And if you fuck me over, thats on you baby |
| OG Bobby Johnson, give yo ass that duece baby |
| Them bullets spreadin' like rumors |
| That nigga sweatin', get some ice out the cooler |
| Grab the ice while its cold, pop the seal on it, now we pourin' eights |
| Yeah… yeah… |
| Doin' shows on the road, no mo local shit, more like tour dates |
| Yeah… yeah… |
| Tell ya ho to get a table, and put these hundreds on it, we gon' eat da plate |
| (ima eat it till its all gone) |
| Yeah… yeah… |
| And when its all said and done and ya money |
| Gone, We Gone Be Straight |