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letra de we the ones - rj lamont & damjonboi

[intro: damjonboi]
don’t play with this sh-t, you hear what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
stay with this sh-t
f-ck n-gga

[verse 1: damjonboi]
we the ones (yeah), n-gga, let’s talk about it
i peeped a lot of bullsh-t, but i just walk around it
i was never lookin’ for my sauce, somehow, i found it
f-ck around and get a n-gga whacked for a couple ounces
now i’m jeezy in ’05, wop in 2010
thick redbone suckin’ d-ck in the back of the benz
same n-ggas around since i was kids, i don’t want new friends
i’ll get your sh-t blew off if you don’t tighten up them loose ends
me and rj back to back, this sh-t critical (this sh-t critical)
lame n-ggas hatin’ on the gang, that sh-t pitiful
tapped in the bay on them p’s, i can get a few
treat her like a sl-t, but i swear this b-tch beautiful
f-ck these n-ggas, they gon’ hate, i get fresh by mistake
f-ck them hoes, get your pape’, if it ain’t that, i can’t relate
put the old-school on skates, watch them b-tches’ neck break
slide down our block again, she gon’ snap her neck brace
mm, talkin’, this sh-t goin’ over they head
got your favorite rapper rewindin’ sh-t, like what the f-ck he said?
last n-gga that tried to hate on me, i swear to god he dead
slid down with them chopsticks and make a n-gga eat lead
you can see these n-ggas green, huh, you can see that we red
i’ve been goin’ crazy since boo jumped on the pegs
yeah, it’s on, just don’t get caught in the crossfire
three tapes back to back and they all fire
[chorus: damjonboi]
yeah, we the ones (f-ck n-ggas talkin’ ’bout, n-gga?)
(b-tch)
b-tch, we the ones (step on one of you ho-ass n-ggas, eastside in this b-tch, n-gga)
yeah, we the ones (the biggest, f-ck you talkin’ ’bout? you hear me?)
b-tch, we the ones (yessir)

[verse 2: damjonboi]
we the ones, not the motherf-ckin’ two
plenty guns, scopes on them b-tches too
hit a n-gga with this chop, knock him out his f-ckin’ shoes
with a redbone b-tch and a pocket full of blues
n-ggas beatin’ up they hoes ’cause they choosin’ (they choosin’)
she with a motherf-ckin’ winner and you losin’
is you f-ckin’ with them n-ggas or you with us? this sh-t confusing
n-ggas d-ck suckin’ ’cause the bag dropped, you with the movement
i tried to tell these n-ggas this sh-t a long time ago
you don’t want your b-tch f-cked, then don’t take me around a ho
got the lil’ b-tch settin’ plays, real grimy ho
i’ll never f-ck over my n-ggas, but i’m slimy, though
lil’ b-tch tryna suck some d-ck, gotta find me, ho
sent her on a mission, better not f-ck up your assignment, ho
red flag, turn around my head like it’s 94
i swear i tried to tell these n-ggas, they ain’t listen, though

[chorus: damjonboi]
yeah, we the ones (not the motherf-ckin’ two, goofy-ass n-gga)
b-tch, we the ones (know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? make this sh-t look easy)
yeah, we the ones (real legend ’round this b-tch, you hear me? we don’t play with this sh-t, n-gga)
b-tch, we the ones (i ain’t gon’ lie, ooh)

- rj lamont damjonboi

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