Letra de Us In Here
(I hear you, JAY C)
Yeah, my bitch bad, yeah, she got all the juice
Yeah, my bitch bad, yeah, she got all the juice
Like when they get money and a lil' attitude on her
Whole lotta ass, baby, I know what to do with it
She don't play around when she— yeah
I got some shit to set the crowd back
Whatever them niggas on, bitch, we on that
Me in the house broke? I be where the pros at
He want blood, fuck around, send a toe tag, I'm really on that
Where you niggas poles at? We do not condone that
Shе would love a nigga, got the AP or the Rolеx
Some slimy niggas gotta ride 'round with both straps
I was raised 'round the thugs, killers and the dope heads
Try make a nigga get groovy like a slow jam
If I ain't hit that ho, then guarantee my lil' bro did
Uh, I'm paranoid, I'm clutchin' on my billy all in traffic
I make a bitch disappear like I know magic
I'm puttin' dick all in her ear, ain't got no manner
Uh, I don't think this lil' bitch can hear me, baby, go faster
Without no money, she gon' fuck me, ain't got no standards
She did it on camera, baby, go bananas
Uh, she bring up all my hoes, I swear I can't stand her
I just flew one of my freaks out of Atlanta (Uh)
I just popped another bean, bitch, I can't sleep
Bitch, I know that pussy fire 'cause that face mean
Pretty bitch she so heavenly, send me to Jesus
My bitch got a stink face like Queen Latifah
Cash App the bitch fifteen hundred for no reason
You niggas ain't scorin', I pull up and get the bleedin' shit
I been so deep up in my bag, bought what I need, a bitch
I just upgraded the mag', I know you see the clip
Throw this bitch in sport mode, I bet she gon' be eatin' dick
Nigga, this ain't Warzone, we really hoppin' out, squeezin' shit
I be with the pros, I make money on my own time
Got it on my own, learned the game from trappin' syrup lines
Walked in with two hoes, thirty-two inches and they both mine
I could give a fuck really who trippin', bitch, it's go time
Niggas talkin' so fried, I think it's time to zip him up
You niggas can't sit with us, 5K'll get you touched
I'll send that blitz, that ain't shit, I still keep it tucked
Worried 'bout your bitch on my dick, you gon' get her fucked
She think she did her big one, I ain't even bust
My heart been gone for so long, I ain't got no trust
I hope your money long enough you wanna beef with us
Got too much motion goin' on, no, I can't keep it up
Whole lotta ass, baby, I know what to do with it
She don't play around when she— yeah
I got some shit to set the crowd back
Whatever them niggas on, bitch, we on that
Me in the house broke? I be where the pros at
He want blood, fuck around, send a toe tag, I'm really on that
Where you niggas poles at? We do not condone that
Shе would love a nigga, got the AP or the Rolеx
Some slimy niggas gotta ride 'round with both straps
I was raised 'round the thugs, killers and the dope heads
Try make a nigga get groovy like a slow jam
If I ain't hit that ho, then guarantee my lil' bro did
Uh, I'm paranoid, I'm clutchin' on my billy all in traffic
I make a bitch disappear like I know magic
I'm puttin' dick all in her ear, ain't got no manner
Uh, I don't think this lil' bitch can hear me, baby, go faster
Without no money, she gon' fuck me, ain't got no standards
She did it on camera, baby, go bananas
Uh, she bring up all my hoes, I swear I can't stand her
I just flew one of my freaks out of Atlanta (Uh)
I just popped another bean, bitch, I can't sleep
Bitch, I know that pussy fire 'cause that face mean
Pretty bitch she so heavenly, send me to Jesus
My bitch got a stink face like Queen Latifah
Cash App the bitch fifteen hundred for no reason
You niggas ain't scorin', I pull up and get the bleedin' shit
I been so deep up in my bag, bought what I need, a bitch
I just upgraded the mag', I know you see the clip
Throw this bitch in sport mode, I bet she gon' be eatin' dick
Nigga, this ain't Warzone, we really hoppin' out, squeezin' shit
I be with the pros, I make money on my own time
Got it on my own, learned the game from trappin' syrup lines
Walked in with two hoes, thirty-two inches and they both mine
I could give a fuck really who trippin', bitch, it's go time
Niggas talkin' so fried, I think it's time to zip him up
You niggas can't sit with us, 5K'll get you touched
I'll send that blitz, that ain't shit, I still keep it tucked
Worried 'bout your bitch on my dick, you gon' get her fucked
She think she did her big one, I ain't even bust
My heart been gone for so long, I ain't got no trust
I hope your money long enough you wanna beef with us
Got too much motion goin' on, no, I can't keep it up
