We Own This by Kyle Lucas Lyrics
We own this
Uh-uh
[Verse 1: Kyle Lucas)
Okay never once did i back out, never once will I back down
Never once did i settle for shit, i ain’t comfortable in the background
Kyle Lucas I’m back out, party till we all blackout
Eyes are wired and you acting tired
And your girl in my lap about to pass out
And i guess some people can’t handle the liquor
Kinda hard when you party with me boy
Ive been going so hard off the sizzurp
And I’ve been leaning like i broke one knee boy
Ive been going so hard on my liver
I don’t know how long i’ma live for
Only live once, so i’ma live it up
Like i don’t know how to swim in a whiskey river
Yo piece of mine, i need piece of mine
Tell me to chill i need peace of mind
Well i need to find some fine hippy bitches
Who are into free love like the peace sign
Dodged a bullet with my last bitch
Almost married would of got a divorce
I ain’t with these lawyers tennis games
Up in the court going back and forth
Okay fuck that noise go and pour me some
Pour me some cause the 40’s done
And i’m performing and my fee 4 G’s
All the weed we brung’s like 40 tons
If my math is right that goes 40 lungs
20 chicks, shirts undone
And they screaming for more, so i need to record
Pass the camera, before i run…
We own this
[Chorus: STS]
We Own This
We Own This
We Own This
And it’s like ya bitch we own it
Ya bitch we own it
Everything from the parking lot
To the club homie we own it
Ya bitch we own it
Ya bitch we own it
And don’t nobody in this mother fucker want it
[Verse 2: Kyle Lucas]
Okay well i’m back in this bitch like i never left
Never left, well i did for a sec
Took a time out with your secretary
Don Draper i got my feet on your desk
Shit i’m just being honest, she was just paying homage
Probably why i get all these label offers but they don’t wanna let me in the office
Yo these rap dudes i’ma problem, fuck them
Eat them all i’m a monster, Okay
Fuck who’s who when I got screw’s loose and i’m off my motherfucking rocker
So, rodger that, tell her holler back
In L.A. getting dome like a Dodger cap
Smoke Cali, I ain’t really bother to chat cause
Ain’t nobody got time for that
But everybody got time for this
If i come off just a little confidence
It’s cause the competition's so non-existent
We ain’t in the same conference
We in two different leagues boy
Going in Bruce Lee-Roy
Bars deployed leave a beat destroyed
Cheap reward and it’s easier
See i flow C4 see me at your door
And i’m sounding off like you never seen before
Fake ass thugs like CB-4
Emcees need to go and see Lyor
Or maybe Russell cause the CD store
Won't’ stock your shit you’ll be ignore
One thing you will never see me poor
Heating up now like a meteor
[Chorus: STS]
We Own This
We Own This
We Own This
And it’s like ya bitch we own it
Ya bitch we own it
Everything from the parking lot
To the club homie we own it
Ya bitch we own it
Ya bitch we own it
And don’t nobody in this mother fucker want it
(Repeat 2x)
Uh-uh
[Verse 1: Kyle Lucas)
Okay never once did i back out, never once will I back down
Never once did i settle for shit, i ain’t comfortable in the background
Kyle Lucas I’m back out, party till we all blackout
Eyes are wired and you acting tired
And your girl in my lap about to pass out
And i guess some people can’t handle the liquor
Kinda hard when you party with me boy
Ive been going so hard off the sizzurp
And I’ve been leaning like i broke one knee boy
Ive been going so hard on my liver
I don’t know how long i’ma live for
Only live once, so i’ma live it up
Like i don’t know how to swim in a whiskey river
Yo piece of mine, i need piece of mine
Tell me to chill i need peace of mind
Well i need to find some fine hippy bitches
Who are into free love like the peace sign
Dodged a bullet with my last bitch
Almost married would of got a divorce
I ain’t with these lawyers tennis games
Up in the court going back and forth
Okay fuck that noise go and pour me some
Pour me some cause the 40’s done
And i’m performing and my fee 4 G’s
All the weed we brung’s like 40 tons
If my math is right that goes 40 lungs
20 chicks, shirts undone
And they screaming for more, so i need to record
Pass the camera, before i run…
We own this
[Chorus: STS]
We Own This
We Own This
We Own This
And it’s like ya bitch we own it
Ya bitch we own it
Everything from the parking lot
To the club homie we own it
Ya bitch we own it
Ya bitch we own it
And don’t nobody in this mother fucker want it
[Verse 2: Kyle Lucas]
Okay well i’m back in this bitch like i never left
Never left, well i did for a sec
Took a time out with your secretary
Don Draper i got my feet on your desk
Shit i’m just being honest, she was just paying homage
Probably why i get all these label offers but they don’t wanna let me in the office
Yo these rap dudes i’ma problem, fuck them
Eat them all i’m a monster, Okay
Fuck who’s who when I got screw’s loose and i’m off my motherfucking rocker
So, rodger that, tell her holler back
In L.A. getting dome like a Dodger cap
Smoke Cali, I ain’t really bother to chat cause
Ain’t nobody got time for that
But everybody got time for this
If i come off just a little confidence
It’s cause the competition's so non-existent
We ain’t in the same conference
We in two different leagues boy
Going in Bruce Lee-Roy
Bars deployed leave a beat destroyed
Cheap reward and it’s easier
See i flow C4 see me at your door
And i’m sounding off like you never seen before
Fake ass thugs like CB-4
Emcees need to go and see Lyor
Or maybe Russell cause the CD store
Won't’ stock your shit you’ll be ignore
One thing you will never see me poor
Heating up now like a meteor
[Chorus: STS]
We Own This
We Own This
We Own This
And it’s like ya bitch we own it
Ya bitch we own it
Everything from the parking lot
To the club homie we own it
Ya bitch we own it
Ya bitch we own it
And don’t nobody in this mother fucker want it
(Repeat 2x)