paroles de chanson We On (feat. Border Bucc) - Dave East feat. Border Bucc
Gold
bottle
affair
Triple
A
Holiday
Season
Menace,
Ice
I
can
never
ever
switch
my
gang
up
When
you
came
from
nothing
hard
to
change
up
My
nigga,
we
on
Champagne
cases
at
my
doorstep
I
got
classic
shit,
I
ain't
record
yet
My
nigga,
we
on
Foreign
take
them
police
on
a
chase
One
by
one,
I
got
my
niggas
til
they
straight,
it's
a
race,
we
gone
Talking
how
you
got
it,
we
gon'
see
about
it
Disrespect
the
family,
they
gon'
read
about
it
We
on
Talking
how
they
getting
it,
we
gon'
see
Paparazzi
follow
me,
you
cannot
call,
I'm
out
of
reach
I
can
see,
promise
momma,
shit
I
know
she
proud
of
me
I'm
too
high
for
this,
it's
quiet
guess
it's
all
this
loud
in
me
Privacy,
I
pull
up
like
I
just
hit
the
lottery
I
could
take
they
flow,
They
can't
take
mine,
the
greatest
I
could
be
like
Ali
Let
me
get
Cardi
her
flow
back,
mention
my
name
and
it's
so
packed
You
taking
pictures
with
niggas
hating
on
Me,
watch
what
you
say
when
you
post
that
From
the
Dirt
Entertainment,
check
the
name
yea
bitch
I
own
that
Your
baby
father
trying
to
rap,
I
could
sign
that
nigga,
tell
him
why
I
wrote
that
Every
bar
I
spit
they
quote
that,
I'm
a
living
legend
and
they
know
that
I
pull
up
like
where's
the
smoke
At,
this
for
my
niggas
that
sold
packs
I
can
never
ever
switch
my
gang
up
When
you
came
from
nothing
hard
to
change
My
nigga,
we
on
Champagne
cases
at
my
doorstep
I
got
classic
shit,
I
ain't
record
yet
My
nigga,
we
on
Foreign
take
these
police
on
a
chase
One
by
one,
got
my
niggas
til
they
straight,
it's
a
race,
we
gone
Talking
how
you
got
it,
we
gon'
see
about
it
Disrespect
the
family,
they
gon'
read
about
it
Border
We
on
Holding
my
own,
holding
the
chrome
Baby
girl
was
steady
blowing
my
phone,
don't
want
these
hoes
Baby
let
me
get
this
paper
straight,
wasted
time
niggas
love
to
hate
Thinking
I'm
on
1st
Ave,
East
got
me
in
another
state
Suck
me
til
her
jaw
lock,
probably
ran
through
her
whole
block
Never
talking
money,
just
some
shit
that
they
done
heard
about
Had
the
baking
soda,
I'm
just
hoping
that
this
coke
would
drop
Off
a
Percocet,
my
Dyckman
bitch,
she
just
love
the
sex
Wanna
wait
but
first
they
hated
cause
they
knew
we
next
Coke
all
up
on
my
hands,
all
a
nigga
ever
knew
was
stress
Tell
me
what
you
in
here
for,
tired
of
ducking
[?]
Got
it
less
than
you
get
it
for,
couple
products
I'm
clicking
off
Go
get
it,
they
hate
to
see
it,
[?]
here
I
got
a
reason
In
the
trench
I
got
the
demons,
bring
the
bitch
I
love
to
eat
it
Ducked
another
court
case,
streets
ain't
giving
up
no
breaks
Give
a
fuck
what
them
hoes
say,
This
life
gon
bring
the
most
hate
cause
I
could
never
switch
up
on
my
niggas,
grab
a
pistol
for
my
niggas
If
I
got
it,
they
gon'
get
it,
God
willin'
I'm
in
it
and
I
ain't
making
no
pit
stops
Ain't
chasing
no
bitch
'round,
cook
up
and
ditch
the
grams
now
I
can
never
ever
switch
my
gang
up
When
you
came
from
nothing
hard
to
change
My
nigga,
we
on
Champagne
cases
at
my
doorstep
I
got
classic
shit,
I
ain't
record
yet
My
nigga,
we
on
Foreign
take
these
police
on
a
chase
One
by
one,
got
my
niggas
til
they
straight,
it's
a
race,
we
gone
Talking
how
you
got
it,
we
gon'
see
about
it
Disrespect
the
family,
they
gon'
read
about
it
We
on
1 This Summer (feat. D. Jones)
2 Us
3 We On (feat. Border Bucc)
4 Karma (Interlude)
5 NOBU
6 Nothing Personal
7 Traumatized (feat. Kiing Shooter)
8 Russia
9 Highly Anticipated (feat. Lil Durk)
10 Scale And A Razor
11 No Stylist (feat. BlocBoy JB)
12 My Nigga Dead (Interlude)
13 Levelin Up (feat. Fabolous)
14 Day Dreaming
15 Imagine
16 Cut Em Off (feat. Don Q)
17 I Dont Understand It
18 Going Hard
19 I Aint Goin (feat. Trouble)
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