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We Straight
5,391
Hip-Hop/Rap
We Straight was released on April 3, 2018 by Free Bread as a part of the album We Straight - Single
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Release DateApril 3, 2018
LabelFree Bread
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM101

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Lyrics

Calais, thank you for fuckin' with me
Again
Calais
Keep it lit
I go by the name of All Black
Talked about me like a dog
When you get mad, you like to throw shit back in my face
**** broke codes and went against the grain
It's all good, I ain't mad at the end of the day
When we was cool, I was that ****
Now you run around tellin' hoes that I ain't poppin'
They told me black style helpin' **** score
But instead I passed the ball more times than John Stockton
Instead of eatin' two hundred dollar steaks
I was with **** eatin' burritos and a bowl of Top Ramen
They told me distance yourself and watch you get your blessings
I moved closer to them **** and kept on rockin'
Should be in the NFL with Ross
Instead of that, I sold pussy to white collar Johnsons
Gina offered me ten thousand to stop sendin' bitches
Said no, next week Raymond was in the coffin
Fly out to Denver with this ho and go check some bands
Instead I'm in Calais house with P-Lo grindin'
We ain't even runnin' the same race
I swear to God I'm not mad over that shit y'all did, we straight
Talked about me like a dog
When you get mad, you like to throw shit back in my face
**** broke codes and went against the grain
It's all good, I ain't mad at the end of the day
Jealousy is a disease
I'ma ask you ho ****, can you stay away?
And we ain't even runnin' the same race
I swear to God I'm not mad over that shit y'all did, we straight
This year some people turned they back on me
**** out of fear to share beds, we
Had a sleepover, talk wack 'bout me
They told my family I was caddin'
Said I was a thief and I was out here simpin' the freaks
Whenever you free, you should pull up to the class I teach
You can lie to them hoes all the fuck you want
But deep inside your bitch ass know facts 'bout me
I could've had your face smashed on your head like a barber
I could've fucked your baby mama in front of your daughter
I could've had all you **** stripped
Spit on, knocked out, woke up, all in that order
I could've ran down on **** with Moe Mike chopper
Thank Dominique, he taught me how to switch cheese in your Honda
Took off my jewelry just to see how these hoes'll treat me
If I'm so boosie, why the fuck you **** wanna be me?
I'm in your city, I should use that bitch as a frisbee
My mama think one of the **** around me gon' kill me
Bein' nice got me hurt
Never said no when they asked for it, drugs and all
Don't wanna kill these fake ****
I want 'em alive so they can watch a real **** ball
We ain't even runnin' the same race
I swear to God I'm not mad over that shit y'all did, we straight
Talked about me like a dog
When you get mad, you like to throw shit back in my face
**** broke codes and went against the grain
It's all good, I ain't mad at the end of the day
Jealousy is a disease
I'ma ask you ho ****, can you stay away?
And we ain't even runnin' the same race
I swear to God I'm not mad over that shit y'all did, we straight
Written by: Vince Staples
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