We Them Niggas Lyrics
| Song | We Them Niggas |
| Artist | Ace Hood |
| Album | Trials & Tribulations |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Hook] | |
| Anybody seen a waitress? Tell her bring more liquor | |
| All my dawgs in the building, and we smokin’ on that killer | |
| Anybody know a hater? Middle finger to the ceiling | |
| Feelin’ like John Gotti – can’t nobody fuck with us (turn up) | |
| We them niggas… we them niggas, we them niggas… | |
| All the bad bitches know it (all the bad bitches know it) | |
| We them niggas, we them niggas… | |
| Middle finger to the ceiling… | |
| We them niggas, we them niggas… | |
| We don’t really give a fuck… | |
| ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I’m screamin’ “fuck them other niggas ’cause I’m down for my niggas” | |
| Middle finger to the ceiling, everybody keep calm | |
| ‘Cause you’ve got some real niggas in the building | |
| And you don’t really look familiar – that’s your girl? | |
| My bad, in my ear she’s been begging me to hit her | |
| Oh lord! Oh lord! | |
| Have her really catching feelings all night from the club to the villa | |
| Know you’re chilling with the realest, I ain’t even gotta say it | |
| Blowin’ money, I don’t really mean to litter | |
| We them niggas, we them niggas from the bottom to the top | |
| Y’all mad? LOL – go figure | |
| Balmain on the feet, twenty bottles of the peach | |
| On the way, light ‘em up, light ‘em up | |
| I don’t really give a what, I don’t really give a what | |
| Mess around, I’mma buy the whole club | |
| I’m just really showin’ love | |
| That gon’ probably get ‘em mad, so sad | |
| All haters need a hug | |
| Take a hit of these drugs, gettin’ high with my dawgs | |
| ‘Til the ma’fuckin’ sun come up | |
| Let it pass, puff puff | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I let them haters keep talkin’ while the money pile up | |
| I pull up in a two-seater, you see him with a badass bitch | |
| Lil’ nigga, that’s a must | |
| Good Lord! Good Lord! | |
| Man, her ass so retarded it belong on a short yellow bus | |
| And she rollin’ with them niggas, but she knew that already | |
| Yeah, we heavy in this bitch like “what?” | |
| Now where you from, where you from? | |
| Don’t nobody else matter but your day one niggas from the jump | |
| Yeah we started from the bottom with a dream and a dollar | |
| Keep it real, shorty, I know you wanna fuck | |
| Amen! Amen! | |
| Swear this watch that I’m wearin’ on my wrist | |
| Man, this shit is pretty rare | |
| Everything I do big, all I do is set trends | |
| You can try it, don’t nobody really care | |
| Don’t nobody really care | |
| I can show you my committee, in my city | |
| Boy, I’m treated like the mayor | |
| Way the bezel gold is shining on a 100 grand Rollie | |
| Boy, it really ain’t a choice but to stare | |
| I’m just keepin’ shit player… | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Outro] | |
| Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas” | |
| ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas | |
| Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas” | |
| ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas | |
| Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas” | |
| ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas | |
| Everybody know they can’t fuck with us | |
| ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what? | |
| ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what? | |
| ‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what? |
| Hook | |
| Anybody seen a waitress? Tell her bring more liquor | |
| All my dawgs in the building, and we smokin' on that killer | |
| Anybody know a hater? Middle finger to the ceiling | |
| Feelin' like John Gotti can' t nobody fuck with us turn up | |
| We them niggas we them niggas, we them niggas | |
| All the bad bitches know it all the bad bitches know it | |
| We them niggas, we them niggas | |
| Middle finger to the ceiling | |
| We them niggas, we them niggas | |
| We don' t really give a fuck | |
| ' Cause we them niggas, we them niggas | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I' m screamin' " fuck them other niggas ' cause I' m down for my niggas" | |
| Middle finger to the ceiling, everybody keep calm | |
| ' Cause you' ve got some real niggas in the building | |
| And you don' t really look familiar that' s your girl? | |
| My bad, in my ear she' s been begging me to hit her | |
| Oh lord! Oh lord! | |
| Have her really catching feelings all night from the club to the villa | |
| Know you' re chilling with the realest, I ain' t even gotta say it | |
| Blowin' money, I don' t really mean to litter | |
| We them niggas, we them niggas from the bottom to the top | |
| Y' all mad? LOL go figure | |
| Balmain on the feet, twenty bottles of the peach | |
| On the way, light ' em up, light ' em up | |
| I don' t really give a what, I don' t really give a what | |
| Mess around, I' mma buy the whole club | |
| I' m just really showin' love | |
| That gon' probably get ' em mad, so sad | |
| All haters need a hug | |
| Take a hit of these drugs, gettin' high with my dawgs | |
| ' Til the ma' fuckin' sun come up | |
| Let it pass, puff puff | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I let them haters keep talkin' while the money pile up | |
| I pull up in a twoseater, you see him with a badass bitch | |
| Lil' nigga, that' s a must | |
| Good Lord! Good Lord! | |
| Man, her ass so retarded it belong on a short yellow bus | |
| And she rollin' with them niggas, but she knew that already | |
| Yeah, we heavy in this bitch like " what?" | |
| Now where you from, where you from? | |
| Don' t nobody else matter but your day one niggas from the jump | |
| Yeah we started from the bottom with a dream and a dollar | |
| Keep it real, shorty, I know you wanna fuck | |
| Amen! Amen! | |
| Swear this watch that I' m wearin' on my wrist | |
| Man, this shit is pretty rare | |
| Everything I do big, all I do is set trends | |
| You can try it, don' t nobody really care | |
| Don' t nobody really care | |
| I can show you my committee, in my city | |
| Boy, I' m treated like the mayor | |
| Way the bezel gold is shining on a 100 grand Rollie | |
| Boy, it really ain' t a choice but to stare | |
| I' m just keepin' shit player | |
| Hook | |
| Outro | |
| Let me hear you say " fuck the niggas" | |
| ' Cause we them niggas, we them niggas | |
| Let me hear you say " fuck the niggas" | |
| ' Cause we them niggas, we them niggas | |
| Let me hear you say " fuck the niggas" | |
| ' Cause we them niggas, we them niggas | |
| Everybody know they can' t fuck with us | |
| ' Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what? | |
| ' Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what? | |
| ' Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what? |
| Hook | |
| Anybody seen a waitress? Tell her bring more liquor | |
| All my dawgs in the building, and we smokin' on that killer | |
| Anybody know a hater? Middle finger to the ceiling | |
| Feelin' like John Gotti can' t nobody fuck with us turn up | |
| We them niggas we them niggas, we them niggas | |
| All the bad bitches know it all the bad bitches know it | |
| We them niggas, we them niggas | |
| Middle finger to the ceiling | |
| We them niggas, we them niggas | |
| We don' t really give a fuck | |
| ' Cause we them niggas, we them niggas | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I' m screamin' " fuck them other niggas ' cause I' m down for my niggas" | |
| Middle finger to the ceiling, everybody keep calm | |
| ' Cause you' ve got some real niggas in the building | |
| And you don' t really look familiar that' s your girl? | |
| My bad, in my ear she' s been begging me to hit her | |
| Oh lord! Oh lord! | |
| Have her really catching feelings all night from the club to the villa | |
| Know you' re chilling with the realest, I ain' t even gotta say it | |
| Blowin' money, I don' t really mean to litter | |
| We them niggas, we them niggas from the bottom to the top | |
| Y' all mad? LOL go figure | |
| Balmain on the feet, twenty bottles of the peach | |
| On the way, light ' em up, light ' em up | |
| I don' t really give a what, I don' t really give a what | |
| Mess around, I' mma buy the whole club | |
| I' m just really showin' love | |
| That gon' probably get ' em mad, so sad | |
| All haters need a hug | |
| Take a hit of these drugs, gettin' high with my dawgs | |
| ' Til the ma' fuckin' sun come up | |
| Let it pass, puff puff | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I let them haters keep talkin' while the money pile up | |
| I pull up in a twoseater, you see him with a badass bitch | |
| Lil' nigga, that' s a must | |
| Good Lord! Good Lord! | |
| Man, her ass so retarded it belong on a short yellow bus | |
| And she rollin' with them niggas, but she knew that already | |
| Yeah, we heavy in this bitch like " what?" | |
| Now where you from, where you from? | |
| Don' t nobody else matter but your day one niggas from the jump | |
| Yeah we started from the bottom with a dream and a dollar | |
| Keep it real, shorty, I know you wanna fuck | |
| Amen! Amen! | |
| Swear this watch that I' m wearin' on my wrist | |
| Man, this shit is pretty rare | |
| Everything I do big, all I do is set trends | |
| You can try it, don' t nobody really care | |
| Don' t nobody really care | |
| I can show you my committee, in my city | |
| Boy, I' m treated like the mayor | |
| Way the bezel gold is shining on a 100 grand Rollie | |
| Boy, it really ain' t a choice but to stare | |
| I' m just keepin' shit player | |
| Hook | |
| Outro | |
| Let me hear you say " fuck the niggas" | |
| ' Cause we them niggas, we them niggas | |
| Let me hear you say " fuck the niggas" | |
| ' Cause we them niggas, we them niggas | |
| Let me hear you say " fuck the niggas" | |
| ' Cause we them niggas, we them niggas | |
| Everybody know they can' t fuck with us | |
| ' Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what? | |
| ' Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what? | |
| ' Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what? |
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