sonny digital & que – we be on lyrics
[chorus: que]
i smoke gas and i take meds
i sip purp and i drink red
if you ain’t my n-gga i don’t shake hands
and ‘round here, we make b-tches break bread
that the type of sh-t that we be on
that the type of sh-t that we be on
that the type of sh-t that we be on
that the type of sh-t that we be on
[verse 1: que]
i’m the type of n-gga that’ll break a b-tch
ballin’ on that 2002 lakers sh-t
six gold rings, feel like i’m michael jordan
took your b-tch and upgraded her for michael kors
we set all the trends, the other n-ggas follow
and for that paper i’ll knock the beef straight out your taco
head honcho, i’m plugged with pablo
four-five glock stole, it’s loaded with hollow, oh
only rock gold, my n-ggas will not fold, no
top floor at the w, we mob ho, oh
knock the p-ssy out, two piece and a combo, oh
red dot woah, turn n-ggas to john doe
[chorus: que]
i smoke gas and i take meds
i sip purp and i drink red
if you ain’t my n-gga i don’t shake hands
and ‘round here, we make b-tches break bread
that the type of sh-t that we be on
that the type of sh-t that we be on
that the type of sh-t that we be on
that the type of sh-t that we be on
[verse 2: que]
i’m a dog n-gga and my n-ggas is too
styrofoam cup filled up with pimp juice
they want to ride the wave but they don’t know how to surf
i don’t want to hit you blunt, you can keep that dirt
took a vacation just to clear my mind
i know your jewelry fake, i can tell how it shine
ooh, i smoke gas and i pop strips
money p-ssy drugs, them my three addictions
i’m with the same n-ggas, never switching up my mixes
getting top inside my office like i’m bill clinton
how the h-ll he do that
selling d-ck to all these b-tches, only known for new jack
[chorus: que]
i smoke gas and i take meds
i sip purp and i drink red
if you ain’t my n-gga i don’t shake hands
and ‘round here, we make b-tches break bread
that the type of sh-t that we be on
that the type of sh-t that we be on
that the type of sh-t that we be on
that the type of sh-t that we be on
[verse 3: que]
you ain’t got my payola, it’s game over
if she ain’t tryna f-ck, do not bring her over
now it’s time, overtime to wake him up
and nine times out of ten the dog why y’all breaking up
hopping out that tesla
rolex with the big bald head like uncle fester
top chopped dog
i’m with you big and top dog
she suck me so long she caught lockjaw
hopping out the tahoe, got the woadie with me
got a point to prove that i can f-ck these boujie b-tches
mixing up the xannys with the adderall
i’m a dog, i got b-tches in my catalog
[chorus: que]
i smoke gas and i take meds
i sip purp and i drink red
if you ain’t my n-gga i don’t shake hands
and ‘round here, we make b-tches break bread
that the type of sh-t that we be on
that the type of sh-t that we be on
that the type of sh-t that we be on
that the type of sh-t that we be on
Random Lyrics
- absturz city,fettes brot – an tagen wie diesen – absturz city remix lyrics
- collarbones – deep lyrics
- mund de carlo – igennem lyrics
- headie one – voice of the streets freestyle (part 2) lyrics
- skinny – eight dollar$ lyrics
- caz – tausendmal 2 lyrics
- yzomandias – čísla lyrics
- anne sylvestre – j’attends lyrics
- gran rah – perdiendo lyrics
- chill bump – just a sample 2 lyrics