We On That Shit! (feat. P. Killer Tracks) Lyrics
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We On That Shit! (feat. P. Killer Tracks) Lyricsby Evans Blue Buy album CD: The Pursuit Begins When This Portrayal Of Life Ends Eve] Aiiyight now get your guns Aint no stopping me Need the whole cash bundled up for me and my bitches shopping spree The robbery, damn ya smart, and you guessed right in me Asking all those questions gonna was to set you up right Wet em all, pretend Im Jada, lata set it off Cartier, Rolley, time frozen get em all Dingling medallions, all that glisten is mine And all that bitchin that you doing I gotcha kissin this nine Yall niggas, worst than bitches, tears in your eyes I aint got no sympathy so if you scared, nigga cry On your knees, face in chest, lips shut Fuck the mask, were robbing you in lipstick and wigs, what? Yeah we brawl, but you took me out and let me see it all Braggin bout the shit you got and now I get it all Matter of fact, take your clothes off, I like it when theyre bare Everything from iceberg to silk Dolce underwear, come on 1 [P. Killer Tracks] Hey yo check that nigga cause we on that shit Get out your ride fool cause we on that shit Hid your stash box cause we on that shit Run that ice cause we on that shit Keep a loaded clip cause we on that shit Ryde or die nigga cause we on that shit We out to get it all cause we on that shit And Eve dont play cause she takes no shit [Eve] Uh, yo, yo, yo I shoot backing out, P max them out And the only way I dont get shit is if you stash the house Professional bitches, destined for riches and precious jewels Distracted by the size of my ass, had you fooled I aint getting nada, forget that Just sit back and watch me take everything even youre drough sack Yeah my bitch can roll with, Expensive paintings on your wall, gimme that Aint no slacking, time aint a factor Imma get it all Used to ball with your niggas Now Im making you crawl across the floor Ego crushed and I dont give a fuck Small change to the range, heard what I said Give it up I know it aint right, but me and my bitches gotta eat tonight And every night from now on, get it right Why, why ask why? Im simply living and I get what I want By simply taking or youre simply giving Repeat 1 [Eve] Yall niggas faggottish Cops spot me got me running out my kiss Unlatch the ice pieces on my neck and wrist Screeching in the streets from the five series to a ditch Im fast, hed have to waste it and I aint scared to blast Ducking, jumping over shit, bet this bitch could last Ready for war, act like I aint done this shit before Practice on me next week, Ill be wanting more Best believe you aint gonna live to see tomorrow My dogs already warned your mother Shell be full of sorrow Busting through the door, somebodys house, kids screaming I aint gonna front somehow I wish that I was sleeping, dreaming Too late its done now, all you hear is gun sounds Cock back, pop, pop, pop, and Im like what now Ghetto bird on me, weaving through the trees Last fence I hopped over, fell and landed on my knees Barrels at my temple, hey yo fuck it Imma make it simple Repeat 1
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