Dave East - We On lyrics

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Dave East - We On lyrics

[Intro] Gold bottle affair Triple A Holiday Season [?] Menace, Ice [Chorus: Dave East] I can never ever switch my game up When you came from nothing hard to change My n***a, we on Champagne cases at my doorstep I got cla**ic sh**, I ain't record yet My n***a, we on Foreign take these police on a chase One by one, got my n***as 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 [Verse 1: Dave East] Talking how they getting it, we gon' see Paparazzi follow me, you cannot call, I'm out of reach I can see, promise Momma, sh** 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 [?] flow back, mention my name and it's so [?] You taking pictures with n***as hating on me, watch what you say when you post that From the dirt, [?], check the name b**h I own that Your baby father trying to rap, I could sign that n***a, 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 n***as that sold packs [Chorus: Dave East & Border Bucc] I can never ever switch my game up When you came from nothing hard to change My n***a, we on Champagne cases at my doorstep I got cla**ic sh**, I ain't record yet My n***a, we on Foreign take these police on a chase One by one, got my n***as 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 [Verse 2: Border Bucc] Holding my own, holding the crome Baby girl was steady blowing my phone, don't want these hoes Baby let me get this paper straight, wasted time, n***as love to hate Thinking I'm on 1st Ave., he's got me in another state s** me til her jaw lock, prolly ran through her whole block Never talking money, just some sh** that they done heard about Had the baking soda, I'm just hoping that this coke would drop Off a Percocet, my Dyckman b**h, she just love the s** Wanna wait but first they hated cause they knew we next Coke all up on my hands, all I knew was stress Tell me what you in here for, tired of ducking [?] Gotta listen [?], couple products you clicking on Go get it, they hate to see it, [?] here I got a reason In the trench I got the demons, bring the b**h I love to eat it Ducked another court case, streets ain't giving up no breaks Give a f** what them hoes say, this life gon bring the most hate cause I could never switch up on my n***as, [?] a pistol for my n***as If I got it, they gon' get it, God wilin' I'm in it and I ain't making no pit stops Chasing no b**h 'round, cook up and ditch the grams now [Chorus: Dave East] I can never ever switch my game off When you came from nothing hard to change My n***a, we on Champagne cases at my doorstep I got cla**ic sh**, I ain't record yet My n***a, we on Foreign take these police on a chase One by one, got my n***as 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

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