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letra de we them - preme

show them n-ggas we ride and we roll
we’ll be ridin’ til the wheel falls off
show them n-gga we grind and this gold
we’ll be shinin’ til the lights go out
do this one for the highs, for the lows
for the rich, for the poor
for the n-ggas that won’t make it
the n-ggas with a shot
the n-ggas that gon’ give it all they got
we them n-ggas

i walk with n-ggas you don’t f-ck with
them same n-ggas i stuck with
if i drive by in my sp-ceship them hoes all get abducted
royalty i dream that, loyalty i’ll bleed that
know many brothers i feed n-gga?
so i don’t need your feedback
hunnid k where i sleep at, i got louie loafs at my feet at
you touch one of mine, we take ten of yours and i mean that
n-gga lean back, i caught a case and i’ll beat the case
jewish lawyers we need that, yellin’ mazel tov on my seat back
and a super ho on her knee caps
i’m fly as sh-t, b-tch check me out
my b-tch bad as sh-t, gon’ and check her out
i had her at the hotel stretching out
get checks in while i’m checkin’ out
real n-gga, real n-gga, twelve rounds i holyfield n-ggas
i’m superman with this chopper fam
you looking at the man of steele n-gga
i ride around my town with young inmates they hate coppers
rich n-ggas, all mobsters, rude boys, all shottas, gully n-ggas
some gaza daytimes like her night shifts
our loyalty is priceless, born poor but we’ll die rich

them other rappers is dry snitchin’
me, i talk that fly sh-t
plottin’ at the lot ferraris, i can’t even drive stick
mother f-ck your gossip, the concept is my nine inch
d-ck up on your b-tch lips, he kiss kiss i got this
don’t worry harlem i got this
somebody tell me where the top is
parking lot pimp, in a drop six
comme de garcon with rock kicks
mighta crew sh-t, mighta chop sh-t
they on that new sh-t, they on that block sh-t
like that pop sh-t, i’m on that pac sh-t
that hit em up motherf-cker die quick

the haters hate they don’t want let my n-ggas come home
but i’m ambitious, plus impatient plus the fact that i’m grown
i see the jealousy you made and now my n-gga come on
cause i’m on we on
whole lot of names, whole lot of lames
f-ckin’ up the way cause they all sound the same
but i’m sorry for the way, to make my own lane
these n-ggas so g-y

- preme

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