Still Jones - Where We At (Beat by The IProducers)

Nigga where we at where we at where we at nigga where we at
Yeah Still Jones
Where we at nigga where we at
Where we at where we at nigga where we at
Bunch of bad bitches trying to party to the max
Heard the club be jammed packed but there's a let out in the back
So where we at where we at nigga where we at
Where we at where we at nigga where we at
I got loud I got pack I'm somewhere in the trap
I don't fuck with fake niggas I don't even give them dap
So where we at where we at nigga where we at
Where we at where we at nigga where we at

Tell my bitch shut the fuck up let a nigga trap
So much money on my mind surprised I remembered about this track
If a nigga tried to front then my hitters got my back
My baby momma got the kids so nigga where we at
In the lac just relax but a nigga never lack
Never that never that nigga that's a fact
All my niggas play they role cause they don't know how to act
Hope and pray they don't react cause nigga it's a wrap
All the niggas with me strapped don't give a fuck cause they be smacked
So if a nigga want you touched your leave with more than just a scratch
So where we at where we at probably nowhere cause y'all wack
If I ain't smoking on that loud I can't even take a nap
Spend that money make it back pop that pussy over here
Baby girl check the stats like I'm the rookie of the year
I'm that nigga in this bitch popping perky's without fear
She should let a nigga hit but first let's get this one thing clear

That there's a bunch of bad bitches trying to party to the max
Heard the club be jammed pack but there's a let out in the back
So where we at where we at nigga where we at
Where we at where we at nigga where we at
I got loud I got pack I'm somewhere in the trap
I don't fuck with fake niggas I don't even give them dap
So where we at where we at nigga where we at
Where we at where we at nigga where we at

Real nigga feel my aura spitting venom like a cobra
And I'm sticking to the codes bruh militant like a soldier
Don't tell them shit that I sold ya put it down like I'm suppose to
Put her pussy on a wanted poster do you want it back dead or alive
She love when I get up inside I told the bitch shut up and ride
I swear she suck dick to survive but I just send her home like she killing my vibe
I'm out here I'm out of mind hear voices I swear money talk to me
It ain't about money then baby don't talk to me g
Give me brain without a lobotomy my flip game look like the lottery
Talk about money may not be a lot to me yeah smoking that broccoli
With some bad bitch down the block from me
Breaking the bitches off properly walking all over them like they're my property
Stunt on them niggas that obviously like balling was all in the prophecy

Bunch of bad bitches trying to party to the max
Heard the club was jammed packed but there's a let out in the back
So where we at where we at nigga where we at
Where we at where we at nigga where we at
I got loud I got pack I'm somewhere in the trap
I don't fuck with fake niggas I don't even give them dap
So where we at where we at nigga where we at
Where we at where we at nigga where we at

Written by:
Kevin Jones

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