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We Comin' Through Lyrics

Yeah
Serious now
Serious
All my n*****
One two
Line up and
Come through
I got s*** for all of you to wild out and
Dumb to
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
This s*** is the jerk
So run your jewels and your ones too
All my b******
What what
I like your whole strut
Bounce and hold your a** out
Make it open and close shut
Watch me bust a whole nut
Right over your whole b***
Slice you down with the d***
Just like you was a cold cut
Oh f***
Now watch me dig all in your whole gut
Stuff it like a roast duck
f****** packing a toast
What what
What about you slapping the s*** up out ya
Flipmode
We them n*****
And I'ma always shout ya
See how we high rollers
Smoking till we high zoning
n***** on the corner
Clutter the streets in the nights roaming
Now see how we got you open
My n***** hold your post
b****** if your riding with me
Let's see who rocks the most

[Chorus]
All my n***** (what what)
We coming through (what what)
Repping for my n***** and my b****** too (what what)
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
Black out in the truck
Until there's no club to come to
All my b****** (what what)
We coming through (what what)
Repping for my b****** and my n***** too (what what)
Bounce and shake your a** out
Break fool and black out
Hit you with some s***
That will make all y'all just pass out
Know I keep that hot s***
f*** up your block s***
Have y'all n***** stupid
On some straight c*** your glock s***
Everytime we drop s***
There's no way to stop s***
Bust y'all n***** a**
Then like to sit back and pop s***
Yo we bout to lace y'all
Deface the place y'all
With s*** that feel just like
A f****** foot in your face y'all
Is you with me?
(hell yeah!)
Before I hit y'all
Flipmode be the n*****
That will be sure to split y'all
We will never quit y'all
We won't permit y'all
Whack n***** to come inside
Like they be the s*** y'all
f*** that!
Yeah you know we blaze
And we wreck shop
Put it down for live n*****
While we watch the next fly
All my n***** pass through
Before we blast you
This s*** so real
I don't have no need to gash you
We will never calm down
We won't put the bombs down
Rep for all my n*****
And we won't put the arms down
(yeah you know we keep it coming)
Yo people is good for nothing
(ay yo!)
Hot to death with s*** that always keep you jumping
And rush the dance hall
Until all they a** fall
I make you other corny n*****
Get off the d*** wall
And then we bless y'all
With the currently fresh y'all
And hit y'all n***** with flavor
Nothing less than the best y'all
Now we see how we got you open
My n***** hold your post
All my b****** wylin with me
Let's see who rocks the most
[Chorus]
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