Testo We Lit - This Romeo feat. Hurt
Testo della canzone We Lit (This Romeo feat. Hurt), tratta dall'album New Wave
(Yo we for real)
(They ain't see it comin)
(They never see it)
(Haha)
(Boy you ain't ready for this)
You know I speed it up
(Up)
When I catch my flow
Never gonna stop
(Stop)
Imma fuckin role
I'm as real as they come
And I'm never gonna fake it
Man I'm chasing every bit of it
Until I fuckin make it
So let me grab that beat and hit it
Im so good you think I rigged it
Started off a hunit
And yea my flow so mean
Yea, yea my style so clean
That you will not believe
What I'm about to spit
Shit
You will not believe
Man I'm about to hit
Yeah every damn beat
When I'm talking that heat
When I'm bringing these facts
Man I'm striving for greatness
Bring me my paychecks
Im the next in line
(Ya)
This is my time
Man I'm married to this game
So no matter what they sayn'
Grind twentyfourseven
Damn that's my lane
I mean day in
Night out
Im just gonna ride out
And acting mad psycho
This makes me kinda high tho
Yeah yeah yeah
We just getting lit
So we sip sip sip
That Bacardi radi radi
And we hit hit hit
Everything up
When you meet me in the club
Yea that shit gone be so rough
This is Romeo and Hurt
We just used to ball
We keep it on the low
When we chasing our goal
So put that chip on my shoulders
Price on my head
Looking in my eyes
I'm already be dead
I be ice cold
Flight mode
I don't give a damn
Ima hype tho
Psycho
We just going HAM
This is more than a game
But you meet me at the court
Imma let it fly
And you I'm gonna score
Yeah yeah yeah
We just getting lit
So we sip sip sip
That Bacardi radi radi
And we hit hit hit
Everything up
When you meet me in the club
Yea that shit gone be so rough
Stand tall chest up,
Man that's all I really know
(I know)
In school got in trouble
Momma said you gotta go
Romeo we got the vibe
Some des other niggas slow
Mix that jack with coke in the club yea let's go
Yeah I'm back with splash
Pocket, pocket full of cash
Short shorty wanna date,
I said nah let's just smash,
Yeah I'm ballin on these niggas
Eating good German snack
Driving German engineer
Shit yeah my car fast
Yo Romeo
(Yea wassup)
Why these niggas think they tough
Why these hoes never show a real brother real love
Why the coach take me out
Why the coach make a sub
Regain My thoughts
Let me pour out my love
I spit real as facts
Lil nigga yeeeenn know
Michael kors bag nigga
Best believe full of dough
When you leave my crib don't forget to close the door
Black lives matter
Fist up
Fuck the po
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Writer(s): Herdie Lawrence
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