We Gone Be Straight
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We Gone Be Straight
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Rich homie baby, yeah, yeah, yeah
Grab the ice while its cold, pop the seal
On it, now we pourin' eights
Doin' shows on the road, no mo local shit
More like tour dates
Tell ya hoe to get a table, and put these
Hundreds on it, we gon' eat da plate
And when its all said and done and ya
Money gone, we gone be straight
Ok now, we gone be alright shawty we gone be straight.
My diamonds look like light shawty, that's why I'm always late.
My sideline tryna fight shawty because she want her place,
And I don't wanna play no games with ya, that's what kids for.
My daddy told me 'never hit her, just fuck her good like you miss her'
Make her stomach hurt no sit ups,
Couldna been me she woulda been fucked...ok
Money and God, I put no one above that
That thang you do with you tongue you know I luv dat
I poured a eight out for my partners dead and gone
I got some partners doing 40 who ain't never coming home
I know my time coming so I check the mirror
Meanwhile, grab the ice out the cooler
Grab the ice while its cold, pop the seal on it, now we pourin' eights
Yeah...yeah...
Doin' shows on the road, no mo local shit
More like tour dates
Yeah...yeah...
Tell ya hoe to get a table, and put these
Hundreds on it, we gon' eat da plate.
Yeah... Yeah...
And when its all said and done and ya
Money gone, we gone be straight
Gettin' them scripts by the pint, 4 by the bottom, 8 in the phantom,
Shouts out goes to molly
Shouts out east atlanta, shouts out to the projects
Shouts out to my closet, naw shouts out to my wallet
And we still young made bosses,
No dinner plans but we flossin'
And I'm in the van with that 40,
Like a business man, no talking
Ok, that jet I'm in private nigga
Okay, okay
Got a potato at the end so when I shoot it, it be silent nigga.
And if you fuck me over, thats on you baby.
Og bobby johnson, give yo ass that duece baby.
Them bullets spreadin' like rumors.
That nigga sweatin', get some ice out the cooler
Grab the ice while its cold, pop the seal on it
Now we pourin' eights
Yeah...yeah...
Doin' shows on the road, no mo local shit
More like tour dates
Yeah...yeah...
Tell ya hoe to get a table, and put these
Hundreds on it, we gon' eat da plate.
Yeah... Yeah...
And when its all said and done
And ya money gone, we gone be straight
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