Woah, livin' with sons
Addin' these shines
Look at the dimes
Makin' it climb
Gang up on right
Make it left and right
Pull up with the ties
They're tired
They don't wanna sleep it in
We just gotta sleep it out
Nah, nah
Take it for your shit
I'm talkin' bout son
Get your bitch with this bun
Gang up on this shit
Started right through the gang
All that money
Livin' with your hoe
Take that bro to the know
Take on what they know
Write it off on notes
Yeah
Gang up on shit, yeah
Bitch in the back
Money got swine, money got swine
On a nice ride
Gang in the back
My money too
But that was all we need
The needs that fills
What brings us to the highway
Light, light was the one
That was right, right
You were the one
On my side, side
If you weren't there
I would die, die
But thanks to you
I'm alive, alive
Woah
Woah, livin' with sons
Addin' these shines
Look at the dimes
Makin' it climb
Gang up on right
Make it left and right
Pull up with the ties
They're tired
They don't wanna sleep today
We just gotta sleep it out
Nah
Aye, aye
Let it go
Kickin' that shit
I'm whippin' that shit
I'm glockin' that shit
I'm poppin' that bitch
All you niggas
Me with the hoe
All that air
And you with the dough
Swervin' and I'm leavin
And my gun
Gon' have it die
You don't even have that thought
I took my opera in the pot
Nigga, I don't give a f*ck
Nigga, I guess you better not look
Better stay the f*ck back
Nigga, I can never lack
All these people want is weed
That ain't the type of shit I need
Niggas talk about it
But bullshit when
Niggas get smoked
Niggas smokin' on that Zion
And goin' straight to heaven
Smaller operas smokin
And they smokin' themselves
We all let the operas know
I think the man got smoked
Run up on me
Then I'm finna start a show
Nigga
Oh, no more suns
Ey
I don't need shines
Ey
Look at the dimes
Ey
Make it get climbed
Climbed
Gang up on right
Gang up on right
Make a left or right
Make a left or right
Fill up with the ties
Fill up with the ties
They're tired
They're tired
They don't wanna sleep in it
We just gotta sleep it out
No
No, no, no
Ey, ey, ey, ey
Kade - ALL WE NEED (feat. Double BB & Lil Broc) Lyrics
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English
Woah, livin' with sons
Addin' these shines
Look at the dimes
Makin' it climb
Gang up on right
Make it left and right
Pull up with the ties
They're tired
They don't wanna sleep it in
We just gotta sleep it out
Nah, nah
Take it for your shit
I'm talkin' bout son
Get your bitch with this bun
Gang up on this shit
Started right through the gang
All that money
Livin' with your hoe
Take that bro to the know
Take on what they know
Write it off on notes
Yeah
Gang up on shit, yeah
Bitch in the back
Money got swine, money got swine
On a nice ride
Gang in the back
My money too
But that was all we need
The needs that fills
What brings us to the highway
Light, light was the one
That was right, right
You were the one
On my side, side
If you weren't there
I would die, die
But thanks to you
I'm alive, alive
Woah
Woah, livin' with sons
Addin' these shines
Look at the dimes
Makin' it climb
Gang up on right
Make it left and right
Pull up with the ties
They're tired
They don't wanna sleep today
We just gotta sleep it out
Nah
Aye, aye
Let it go
Kickin' that shit
I'm whippin' that shit
I'm glockin' that shit
I'm poppin' that bitch
All you niggas
Me with the hoe
All that air
And you with the dough
Swervin' and I'm leavin
And my gun
Gon' have it die
You don't even have that thought
I took my opera in the pot
Nigga, I don't give a f*ck
Nigga, I guess you better not look
Better stay the f*ck back
Nigga, I can never lack
All these people want is weed
That ain't the type of shit I need
Niggas talk about it
But bullshit when
Niggas get smoked
Niggas smokin' on that Zion
And goin' straight to heaven
Smaller operas smokin
And they smokin' themselves
We all let the operas know
I think the man got smoked
Run up on me
Then I'm finna start a show
Nigga
Oh, no more suns
Ey
I don't need shines
Ey
Look at the dimes
Ey
Make it get climbed
Climbed
Gang up on right
Gang up on right
Make a left or right
Make a left or right
Fill up with the ties
Fill up with the ties
They're tired
They're tired
They don't wanna sleep in it
We just gotta sleep it out
No
No, no, no
Ey, ey, ey, ey
Addin' these shines
Look at the dimes
Makin' it climb
Gang up on right
Make it left and right
Pull up with the ties
They're tired
They don't wanna sleep it in
We just gotta sleep it out
Nah, nah
Take it for your shit
I'm talkin' bout son
Get your bitch with this bun
Gang up on this shit
Started right through the gang
All that money
Livin' with your hoe
Take that bro to the know
Take on what they know
Write it off on notes
Yeah
Gang up on shit, yeah
Bitch in the back
Money got swine, money got swine
On a nice ride
Gang in the back
My money too
But that was all we need
The needs that fills
What brings us to the highway
Light, light was the one
That was right, right
You were the one
On my side, side
If you weren't there
I would die, die
But thanks to you
I'm alive, alive
Woah
Woah, livin' with sons
Addin' these shines
Look at the dimes
Makin' it climb
Gang up on right
Make it left and right
Pull up with the ties
They're tired
They don't wanna sleep today
We just gotta sleep it out
Nah
Aye, aye
Let it go
Kickin' that shit
I'm whippin' that shit
I'm glockin' that shit
I'm poppin' that bitch
All you niggas
Me with the hoe
All that air
And you with the dough
Swervin' and I'm leavin
And my gun
Gon' have it die
You don't even have that thought
I took my opera in the pot
Nigga, I don't give a f*ck
Nigga, I guess you better not look
Better stay the f*ck back
Nigga, I can never lack
All these people want is weed
That ain't the type of shit I need
Niggas talk about it
But bullshit when
Niggas get smoked
Niggas smokin' on that Zion
And goin' straight to heaven
Smaller operas smokin
And they smokin' themselves
We all let the operas know
I think the man got smoked
Run up on me
Then I'm finna start a show
Nigga
Oh, no more suns
Ey
I don't need shines
Ey
Look at the dimes
Ey
Make it get climbed
Climbed
Gang up on right
Gang up on right
Make a left or right
Make a left or right
Fill up with the ties
Fill up with the ties
They're tired
They're tired
They don't wanna sleep in it
We just gotta sleep it out
No
No, no, no
Ey, ey, ey, ey
Writer: Kaden Gagliano
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid