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Текст песни Shabaam Sahdeeq "We R" Слова песни


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f/ Bronze K, DriftPop, pop pop, pop..[Chorus]We arrrreee...(We are, we are, we are)We arrrreee...(We are, we are)We arrrreee...(We are, we are)We arrrreee...(We are, we are, we are)[Shabaam over chorus]Molemen...Yeah, S-Double.. sweet soundStreet scholar Shabaam SahdeeqDriftin Arrow, P-O, P-F..Bronze K, BK all day...[Bronze K]I'm tryna, lay it down with the 'caineAnd the jays, blowin trees, bound it in JamesTwo guns, a gauge, and a poundBrave niggaz get laid on the ground,and when your soul start to rise I'ma pop it to cloudsBronze, Drift, and S-Double, apocalypse nowHit producers with assignments, put my verses in vowsYou be a passenger in a hearse, you copy my styleLock shit down, like the cops over on Leonard & PowellThe kid is a mess, hoes be lovin the sexCondom bust, now a ho get a percent of my checkNever trust hoes, rarely tell 'em my nameAnd the ones that do know me, they be yellin my nameI play strips, lookin devilish, with a hell of a chainJ-Swiss they see me sell shit I'm true to the gameSpit dimes out my mouth, fuck hand to handSwan's out GCT, O.G.'s the clown routeCertain niggaz ain't made for the street shitI eat meat, vegetarians ain't made for beef shit[Chorus][Over Chorus]The type of cats who be swervin in the nine up in LanesThe type of cats who be in ya hallway all day like..The type of niggaz who'll rock witchu even if it's life or deathThe type of niggaz who'll hold you down at your final breath[Drift]Aiyyo we ruthless nuts, we stealin niggaz coupes and trucksMy peoples shoot shit up, if they boots get scuffedAnd we gon' take over the game, so get used to usI get money and invest, you give your loot to slutsLeave them coward niggaz dizzy cuz they doubt that I get busyThis ain't no fuckin game, my stomach growlin like a grizzlyPut rounds up in your kidney, and four on your light CaesersHoldin the right heaters to soak up your wife beatersBonin them nice divas, then leave them broadsCuz as long as my money right, I don't need them broadsSay you got scrilla but I doubt it cuz your Range's is rentedI'm not a killer, but I think he's about to change in a minuteYou up in them gay clubs, don't fuck with them fake thugsThink I'm jokin 'til the burner is touchin your taste budsSnuffin with straight slugs 'til ya block ducks downHe give 'em 41 shots like them cops uptown, motherfucker[Chorus][Over Chorus]The type of cats who be swervin in the nine up in LanesThe type of cats who be in ya hallway all day like..The type of niggaz who'll rock witchu even if it's life or deathThe type of niggaz who'll hold you down at your final breath[Shabaam Sahdeeq]Yeah, yeah, yeahUnder pressure I turn coals to diamonds, priceless worthsPass with a smirk, stick you niggaz handlin workChains close like I change flows, change zip codesChameleon! Adapt to any strip I'm standin onS-Double, Drift, and Bronze, them niggaz to put ya money onStreet trinity, dump slugs in your infiniteY'all yappin niggaz killin me, doubtin the forceY'all haters could never win, cuz we sweepin y'all offLike stoops, come through in coupes, in flavors like Froot LoopsGuns not for show, these niggaz they do shootAnd my mind flow righteous starsBut I still got artillery, for them cats tryna take me off courseIn my truck I take turns like I'm whippin a PorscheDoin fifty, hottie in the Denalli, just missed meWhere it stay crispy, like fifties, outta the ATMYes thou surpassin 'em, it's RedrumWhere I'm from is everywhere, and everywhere is where I'm fromEverybody got a gun, all scramblin gettin onesY'all niggaz all sound the same, it's a new eraAct like a bitch, smear ya lipstick and mascaraTracks get smashed when you put these three soldiers togetherSee me never, see multiple holes in ya leatherMake ya chest a golf course, when I flame that torchBitch niggaz, (Pop, pop pop, pop)[Chorus][Over Chorus]The type of cats who be swervin in the nine up in LanesThe type of cats who be in ya hallway all day like..The type of niggaz who'll rock witchu even if it's life or deathThe type of niggaz who'll hold you down at your final breath[Chorus]We arrrreee...We arrrreee...We arrrreee...We arrrreee...



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