Who We Are

Who We Are Lyrics


Chorus x2

Buying out the bar, sippen the Bacardi pimping in my car, you know who we are,
(I wanna get you like ahh ahh ahh, I wanna get you like ehh ehh ehh).


Verse 1

Head bobbing sitting back relaxing in my wipe,
Parking lot pimpen and I’m looking for a bitch,
To walk in the club with, I’m trying to thug with,
A light brown thick something with a tattoo,

And you how I do clean cut, G’d up,
Red flag out my pocket I stay flamed up,
Hop out the car looking fresh looking sharp,
Like a flashlight I shine in the dark,

I see shorty wanna thug and she see me,
Cute frame and she stand about 5’3,
Head to the front of the line because we v.i.p.
Very Important people, as you can see,

She don’t ask me my name because she already know,
She saw my picture on a poster at my last show,
So I grab her by the hand and we head to the bar,
Ima drink me a coke with a lil Bacardi.


Chorus x2


Bridge

Now what you drinking baby and what you missing lady,
Just come around my way and don’t you know who we are,
You’re so sophisticated and all the ladies hate it,
Because they know you're bad and don’t you know who we are.

Verse 2

Three 50’s and eight 20’s, slam uhm down on the bar,
Drinks on the house and we turn the party out,
FINEST MUSIC we the shit we the clique,
You know who we are, we drop hit after hit

Big ballen and stunten no frunten is allowed,
We got the Westside thugs, they patrolling the crowd,
Still street, Fattboi keep the heat,
Hardly ever sober, me and my niggas taken over,

We got no love for them haters, so you better keep it coo
Can’t nobody thug in the club like we do,
We some shit talkers, we some street walkers,
We the hottest motherfuckers in the club every summer.


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Verse 3

I wanna get you like, I wanna hit you like,
1:30 in the morning and you know I’m feeling right,
Finest tattoo and a black fitted cap,
If I aint by the bar then I’m in the back,

Damn girl is fine but she only 19,
She done got up in the club with a fake i.d.
She tipsy and she shaken that ass to the beat,
I tell the bar keep, let me get another drink,

Westside and I ride for mine,
Pimp tight and I’m looking for a dime,
You already know just listen to the flow,
Lena make uhm get low on the dance floor,

Real shit holla at my nigga Trick,
We’re thuggen and busten, and putting it down for the field,
You see round here we know how to throw a party,
Big faced bills and we spend it all on the Bacardi.

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