T.I. - WE ON (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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T.I. - WE ON (en) Lyrics
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Man, I feel no more pain,
I don't Perc' take
'Cause what you thought was finna
happen in the first place?
(Tell them haters we on)
Ayy, first I greet it, then I
beat it like my first case
Like what you thought was finna happen
in the first place? (Run that
back, Turbo, I say, nigga, we on)
Okay, I do it big like my birthday
Boy, what you thought was finna
happen in the first place?
(Hundred million, we on)
A couple mil' worth of
cash in my worst safe
Like what you thought was
finna happen in the first
place? (Nigga, we on)
On time, big Rolls-Royces, I ride
Them niggas talkin', I'm steady flossin',
ain't hard to find on my side
Think somethin' sweet when
I'm one deep, wanna find
out, wеll, come try it
Like Trump apprenticе, get fired,
a generation of 'em, we slide
Okay, bet a hundred, I'll set 'em
under, make a nigga think twice
'fore he bend the corner
Nigga, blink twice if you really
want it, get stretched
out in your city, homie
Okay, don't say that I won't
spray, pistolero my hombre
Seventeen shots, seven I don't
make, but them ten gon'
be sweet like pound cake
Got a drum on it, that's a
round case, and it's dumb
loud, shit sound fake
I'ma walk down, nigga, I don't race,
got a Piaget with a round face
That hearsay just blasé, no weapon
formed'll win my way
I got a hot rod on the highway, I
was born real, you gon' die fake
Hold my gun, not for my sake, can't
stop speedin' at a high pace
I'm in love with it, they
judge in it, I shed blood
in the streets for it
Back when I was wearin' Tretorn, learned
don't stop, nigga, keep goin'
Sauce spillin', game keep pourin', corny
nigga, I don't even eat corn
Like what you thought was finna
happen in the first place?
(I say, nigga, we on)
Take it from a veteran, hella
settled in, I'm an alligator,
you a pelican
Get spanked for all that meddlin'
by the one you thought
that you were better than
In battles, I done got medals in, think
sugar mixed in your medicine
Got Audemars on Kevlar, they say, "He
ain't have to take it that far"
Like Nascar, get spint 'round, stuck
to the ground like he pinned down
But he ain't, though, he wanna
move, but he can't, though
Why you shank bro? That's yard work
The Earth, nigga, that's our turf, internet
beef, that's some odd work
'Fore I spare a nigga 'cause his
heart hurt, I go to God first
I must make you aware of the fact
that the glory should go to God
'Cause I tried to fuck this
shit up a long time ago (Tell
them haters we on)
If it was not for the grace
of God, listen, man
I would not be here, bro (I
say, nigga, we on, yeah)
You know how many times I went out
my way to fuck this shit up?
Please support me on
PATREON Thank you!