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c stunna - we the ones lyrics

[intro: dj drama & c stunna]
not the two, not the three (you aren’t even a cool breeze for my man, taz)
you know us, we the ones
yeah

[chorus: c stunna, wizz havinn & dj drama]
in my section, n+ggas know we bringin’ in them funds
got these n+ggas hatin’, big cappin’, they know we the ones
ridin’ with acoustics, all my n+ggas dummy with them drums
hit her from the back, felt like wizz, yellin’, “n+gga, uh” (dj drama)
i ain’t arguin’ with that jit, i know that n+gga done
n+gga play up in this b+tch, i send his ass up past the sun
real street n+gga, i’ll put my bl!ck down and catch the one
never seen that boy around the way, so i ain’t gon’ serve him nothin’

[verse: c stunna & wizz havinn]
uh, yeah, put a switchy on that nina, make her ass stutter
plug’ll trust me with that sack ’cause i won’t nеver fumble
throwin’ b+tches out thе crib like it’s a royal rumble
we can’t bring that bl!ck inside the show, so we gon’ charge ’em double
circle come out thick and yellow, juggs, call it b+tter
put pressure down in the field, we make n+ggas go up in a huddle
i get the sack and touch down, i won’t never fumble
all this motion that i’m havin’, n+gga, yeah, i feel like stunna
ayy, you n+ggas keep the seat warm when we stand on business
see this wet, that’s my perky, b+tch, i’m heavy glitchin’
money make the world go ’round, bet i’m heavy dizzy
b+tches always nag for me for my time when they ain’t worth a minute
n+gga, i was born wit’ it, you see how i pop it
heavy drippin’ in this motherf+cker, i replace the faucet
in my city, i just say a word and i’m the trendin’ topic
never bein’ stingy with that motion, it ain’t nothin’ to lob it
ayy, n+gga, get money and stunt, yeah, that’s my hobby
pop a percocet, i go to glitchin’, i get out my body
feel like longway+longway n+gga, i’m outchea runnin’ ’round the lobby
havin’ dog sh+t on me, my n+gga, you see it in my pocket
ayy, yeah, and that’s no rap cap
we really stand on business, ’round this b+tch you’ll get your hat tapped
slime a n+gga out and make him come and buy his sack back
really in that field, i’ll get a n+gga crack backed
[chorus: c stunna & wizz havinn]
in my section, n+ggas know we bringin’ in them funds
got these n+ggas hatin’, big cappin’, they know we the ones
ridin’ with acoustics, all my n+ggas dummy with them drums
hit her from the back, felt like wizz, yellin’, “n+gga, uh”
i ain’t arguin’ with that jit, i know that n+gga done
n+gga play up in this b+tch, i send his ass up past the sun
real street n+gga, i’ll put my bl!ck down and catch the one
never seen that boy around the way, so i ain’t gon’ serve him nothin’

[outro: dj drama]
(gangsta grizzillz)
you lost, we won
btm

- c stunna lyrics

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