j.j. sanders – we on that lyrics
j+a+y!!
uh, uhh!
n+gga fasho that (n+gga fasho that!)
aye, it’s jay and you know that (you know that n+gga!)
lets go, lets go, lets go!
(hook)
n+ggas talk, but we on that (we on that!)
mr. get, n+ggas gone, bet you won’t, get your dog back
stepping on sh+t treat these n+ggas like doormats
treat a b+tch like a beat, hit and record that
he tryna beef with no cheese, we ignore that
get laced for a fee, his face on a tee, for playing with me, my n+ggas enjoy that
(verse 1)
yeah, b+tch they do (uh+huh!)
parents raised a few things, they ain’t raising no fool
give a f+ck bout the fame, what it do? (what it do n+gga?!)
n+gga we do not dance
but i bet if gang up in this b+tch, thеn we raising the roof
bullets gonе munch on whoever they choose
how could you win? n+gga how i’ma lose?
like (huh, huh, huh!)
i spiced it up & they sleep, so i’m helping em snooze
drawing up plays like a coach then i’m making the moves
the sh+t that you post you don’t do
if i get out my body i’m making the news
know some n+ggas with degrees? yeah a few
but it’s crazy they ain’t been into school
i’m bringing the sauce back like i’m sauxepaxk
more motion than oceans
you couldn’t catch a wave in a pool
dripping too hard on a b+tch like i drooled
the difference between me and n+ggas they tryna fit in
i ain’t finna do sh+t to look cool (nah!)
run up on the gang and i promise you food
word to rihanna ya boy feeling rude (rude boy!)
you better come with respect if you step up
cause you’ll get slept if i get in my mood
spin down his block and we might make em move (skrttt!)
f+ck around flee the scene in a hurry
we really on court with this sh+t
when i’m sliding with steph and a k
got me feeling like curry
better act like you know or you heard me
long as i got my n+ggas, i ain’t worried (n+gga i ain’t worried!)
really on go when it’s smoke and this sh+t ain’t for show
but we might make a 30 for 30 n+gga! (we on that!)
(hook)
n+ggas talk, but we on that
mr. get, n+ggas gone, bet you won’t, get your dog back
stepping on sh+t treat these n+ggas like doormats
treat a b+tch like a beat, hit and record that
he tryna beef with no cheese, we ignore that
get laced for a fee, his face on a tee, for playing with me, my n+ggas enjoy that
(outro)
yeah, b+tch they do
parents raised a few things, they ain’t raising no fool
give a f+ck bout the fame, what it do?
n+gga we do not dance
but i bet if gang up in this b+tch, then we raising the roof
bullets gone munch on whoever they choose
how could you win? n+gga how i’ma lose?
like?
hah!
long live scarr n+gga
lets go!
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