tae wilson – what we on lyrics
hook:
f+ckin b+tches getting money that’s wat we on
only loyal to the gang that’s wat we on
cruddy n+gga from the trenchez i’m from bmore
we drive in hondas back to back yea that’s wat we on
d+mn. b+tch. we got guns in here. all these n+ggas jock my style i think my sons in here. i up this b+tch we ain’t going fight no 1 on 1s on here. that’s wat we on. that’s wat we on
verse1:
that’s wat we on. f+ck n+ggas jealous they hate it they see that i’m bippin . that’s wat we on. i see them watching they wish i would go up in prison
that’s wat we on. hold up. did wat i’m supposed to do. who want smoke wit me? u want smoke wit who?
who that knocking at my door b+tch i won’t open up. he try to run up he going shot u n+ggas know what’s up
got his b+tch all on her knees while i be rolling up. h+lla deep in vip n+gga u know it’s ys
my city whicked b+tch u kno just how it go down. catch me speeding in the coop they want me slow down. he tried to play me for a p+ssy bet they know now. i pulled up on him turned his block into a ghost town
hook:
f+ckin b+tches getting money that’s wat we on
only loyal to the gang that’s wat we on
cruddy n+gga from the trenchez i’m from bmore
we drive in hondas back to back yea that’s wat we on
d+mn. b+tch. we got guns in here. all these n+ggas jock my style i think my sons in here. i up this b+tch we ain’t going fight no 1 on 1s on here. that’s wat we on. that’s wat we on
verse2;
look at the ice u can’t tell me the price, tell just look at bezel it’s busted. no u can’t touch it. strap wit the glizzy u know ima bust it
it’s no discussion. tell her come hop on the d+ck and then touch it. ain’t wit the fussin. i’m in the coop all yellow like mustard
i’m feeling like shiesty . i’m getting money don’t care if u like me. who wanna fight me. life of the party u know to invite me
know how we coming, the sh+t wasn’t nothing we do the sh+t over and over. i’m trying get me a rover. keep my family far away and my enemies closer
i got shooters all around me i’m the bread winner. pick up my show money then put that on ya head n+gga. u can’t go to war wit me that mean u dead n+gga. free my dummy’s out the cage who in the feds n+gga
hook:
f+ckin b+tches getting money that’s wat we on
only loyal to the gang that’s wat we on
cruddy n+gga from the trenchez i’m from bmore
we drive in hondas back to back yea that’s wat we on
d+mn. b+tch. we got guns in here. all these n+ggas jock my style i think my sons in here. i up this b+tch we ain’t going fight no 1 on 1s on here. that’s wat we on. that’s wat we on
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