Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Dem, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song 4Respect 4Freedom 4Loyalty 4WhatImportant, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Never Broke Again
Song language: English
We Dem |
DJ Swift on the track |
Say |
Aye, you can’t let nobody make you mad |
I’ma say it like this, «How the fuck you don’t want nobody controllin' you, |
but you let that person make you mad?» |
They controllin' you |
What you gone do when you fall? |
(I know they all gone leave) |
To all the one’s left you alone (On God, on God, on me) |
You cry when nobody around, (Control is all on me) |
You stressin', you ain’t got no money |
Had you a girl, but these bitches ain’t nothin' |
Jumped off the porch in the streets, now you thuggin' |
Went back to jail 'cause you steady kept rushin' |
Diamonds, they hang down the neck of your cousin |
Ain’t throw you nothin', feel like, «Fuck it, you buster» |
Ain’t come in the clutch when you try to score something |
Death on your mind, you ain’t thinkin' 'bout nothin' |
Stay with a nine, think 'bout stickin' up something |
Got jacked by your brother, he left you with nothin' |
Ran up a check, when they see you, you stuntin' |
People who left, now you see that they comin' |
Don’t fuck with them niggas, you know how they comin' |
Gotta think 'fore you move, if you don’t, you go under |
Shame on them 'cause they blame you for their problems |
Mad they ain’t finish school for they mama |
Bitch called my mama, he gone, go find him |
Never knew love back then since a toddler |
Turned to a killer, he bought him a chopper |
Don’t wanna talk if it ain’t 'bout no dollar |
All for my name, you posted, they follow |
Usin' you up the point you done caught 'em |
I done had some people sit around me talkin' about the ones they with |
You ain’t got no morals, I know how you think that you ain’t shit |
Be able to see through a kiss and a hug |
Prepare and protect your heart from the fake love |
Stay 'bout your money, don’t go to no club |
Respond wit' a answer, don’t never just shrug |
Know you is who but they say you was |
Say you ain’t shit, you ain’t nothing but a thug |
Tell 'em think with they dick 'cause you don’t give a fuck |
Steady turnin' up 'cause you don’t give a fuck |
It’s done, bitch, it’s done |
What you gone do when you fall? |
(I know they all gone leave) |
To all the one’s left you alone (On God, on God, on me) |
You cry when nobody around, control is all on me (I'm strapped up) |
You stressin', you ain’t got no money |
Had you a girl, but these bitches ain’t nothin' (Ooh!) |
Jumped off the porch in the streets, now you thuggin' |
Went back to jail 'cause you steady kept rushin' |
Diamonds, they hang down the neck of your cousin |
Ain’t throw you nothin', but like, «Fuck it, you buster» |
Ain’t come in the clutch when you try to score something |
Death on your mind, you ain’t thinkin' 'bout nothin' |
Stay with a nine, think 'bout stickin' up something |
Got jacked by your brother, he left you with nothin' |
Take down, shake down, had to check the background |
Lame shit, had to tell that bitch that’s the pipe down |
Money comin' pronto, had to to tell that nigga, «Right now» |
Talkin' with no sense, had to tell that nigga, «Stand down» |
Up with the TEC, had to make that nigga lay down |
Hit a nigga up, when he drop, he gone stay down |
Go to make a drop, when we leave, we gone ride 'round |
Lookin' from behind, tryna make sure they don’t slide down |
Thinkin' in the future when I don’t have restrictions |
Looked at the bitch had to tell her it’s my time now |
I’m gon' keep you in the front, I ain’t leavin' you behind now |
Drop dick on her now the bitch so fine now |
Chopstick laid in the cross, she gon' die now |
«Mane, what you mean?» |
Mean bitch she gon' die 'bout it |
If I feel played wit' lil bitch she gon' slide 'bout it |
Crash out slap her in her shit, she won’t cry 'bout it |
Know that we official, we don’t speak when a nigga talk |
I’ma blow the whistle til' you sleep, I don’t hear him talk |
When it’s beef we gon' creep nigga, knowin' that my niggas 'bout it |
Ben walked in and he asked, «You ain’t see me callin'?» |
Steady goin' in, nonsense what a nigga talkin' |
Got a long dick if you want to say something 'bout it |
Say that nigga better stay around him, you know this retarded |
You ain’t hear me clear, man I meant to say retarded |