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We Da 1's ft. Hector G Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Y'all niggas know I had to run it again With my niggas Hector bruh
Let's go
Ayy, what the glizock say?
Woah
Came in fucking shit up, Joe Biden
Money grew taller and a nigga still silent
Told a bitch I love her, Sike bitch, I'm lyin
Grew up on a jungle, yeah, bitch, I'm a lion
Bitch mad at me cause I don't do marriage
All my fuckin' clothes came straight from Paris
Your niggas talkin' too much, they be lookin' like a parrot
Yo bitch a lil' bunny, she be suckin' on my carrot, bitch
Woah
Now watch what I do
Fuckin' your bitch in the back of my coupe
Talkin' too much, now he breathe through a tube
All he can eat is hot noodle soup
Cuffin' a hoes, yeah, yeah, you a fool
You don't be carryin' no fuckin' tools
Keep me in the choppers, I keep me like two, let's go
sneakylink on Tuesday and my main bitch on the weekend
I can never love the same bitch, yeah, you bitches tweakin
And we be on fuckin' gang shit, have your bitch ass leakin
And we be on no lame shit, we hustle on the weekends
I be turnin' baby mamas into motherfuckin' hoes
Niggas want some fuckin' drama, come and find me, I want smoke
Even my dog fuckin Dior B carryin' a lil' pole
Bitches skeezin', niggas tweakin', niggas got so much jealousy
Feww
Fahhh,Fahhh,Fahh
Fahhh, let's go, let's go
Fahhh, Fahhh, whoa
Came in, fuckin' shit up, Joe Biden
Money grew tall and a nigga still silent
Told the bitch I love you, sike bitch, I'm lyin
Grew up in a jungle, yeah, bitch, I'm a lion
Bitch mad at me cause I don't do marriage
All my fuckin' clothes came straight from Paris
Your niggas talkin' too much, they be lookin' like a parrot
Your bitch a lil' bunny, she be suckin' on my carry, bitch
I got riches on the way
Hit the gas, don't touch them brakes
Grab my AK, make it spray
I need more green on my plate
Try to run but It's too late,
this final clip will seal your fate
I'm always winnin' every race
Don't think that you can take my place
This green I got is fuckin' lace
It's always paper that I chase
We always line up for that yay
And we do this every day
I can't kill, I need propane
When I walk by you for rain
All this money need a cane
You're a bitch that I can tame
Keep my paper stackin
Got no guns, still packin
In my chair, I'm hackin
Attractin' money magnets
Tryna Snitch like Candace,
my fortress layered sandwich
Got a team I manage
And we ain't average
We got racks, bitch
Racks on top to racks, bitch
Woah, we got cash, bitch
All up in our pockets
Inna white Impala With my nigga fuckin' Rick
Cruisin' through the fuckin' streets
Subs bumpin' up, bitch
UHHHHUUUHHH