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Here We Go Video (MV)




Performed By: TexacoTone
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: Tony Jones Jr




TexacoTone - Here We Go Lyrics
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I'm Just trying to ball like an open gym
Feeling kinda saucy didn't have to buy no condiments
Whip name John Cena behind this tint can't even see a nigga
Thought he was my twin by the way he wanna be a nigga
Gotta keep your distance gotta member how they treat you nigga
Walk with your chest out remember they can't beat you nigga
Ima try my hardest make them feel it just like I would feel it
Money over pussy like the past that's how I would pick it
Buddy slimed his mans out for nothing it's was all for giblets
Nobody said nothing window open all you heard was crickets
Told on his mans before the karma to get a shorter sentence
Shit just be sicking like jet lag got from going to Michigan
Pussy can't keep up mortal combat ima have to finish them
Car going to fast lift the hood hear a child whistling
Nigga bars none get a knife you can slice the tension
Doing for the family even the water boy play his position
Better catch this train before it leave you hoe
Sitting at the table, fork a spoon bet you ain't eating tho
Moon rocks in a jar serving it out look like pizza rolls
Locked the game up can't do nothing but yell free the bro
Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
Nigga smoke a pound of gas body need a cleansing
Hard to mention all the foul shit a nigga had to witness
Stand on toes they be throwing bows to knock you off you pivot
Got the eagle eye looking at the money I never miss it
This is Texas shit, Cali grass, this the Inland district
Last niggas f*cked the game up I had to come a fix it
I could give you straight grams if you want or I can mix it
Didn't beef about the family or some money then we can fix it
If you chose to do so then I'm forced to have to stand on business
We could be cool or I could be the grinch that stole your Christmas
If you really him have no choice they respect you pimping
Say you keep the shit player when you with her she be flinching
I can't trust a soul in the city ride with bliky with my tint dark as Sidney passenger seat hold a baddie
Apple Valley talk to Sally get the pounds from her daddy
Roll a fatty, stink up traffic, gimme a hour then I'll have it
Better catch this train before it leave you hoe
Sitting at the table, fork a spoon bet you ain't eating tho
Moon rocks in a jar serving it out look like pizza rolls
Locked the game up can't do nothing but yell free the bro
Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
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I'm Just trying to ball like an open gym
Feeling kinda saucy didn't have to buy no condiments
Whip name John Cena behind this tint can't even see a nigga
Thought he was my twin by the way he wanna be a nigga
Gotta keep your distance gotta member how they treat you nigga
Walk with your chest out remember they can't beat you nigga
Ima try my hardest make them feel it just like I would feel it
Money over pussy like the past that's how I would pick it
Buddy slimed his mans out for nothing it's was all for giblets
Nobody said nothing window open all you heard was crickets
Told on his mans before the karma to get a shorter sentence
Shit just be sicking like jet lag got from going to Michigan
Pussy can't keep up mortal combat ima have to finish them
Car going to fast lift the hood hear a child whistling
Nigga bars none get a knife you can slice the tension
Doing for the family even the water boy play his position
Better catch this train before it leave you hoe
Sitting at the table, fork a spoon bet you ain't eating tho
Moon rocks in a jar serving it out look like pizza rolls
Locked the game up can't do nothing but yell free the bro
Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
Nigga smoke a pound of gas body need a cleansing
Hard to mention all the foul shit a nigga had to witness
Stand on toes they be throwing bows to knock you off you pivot
Got the eagle eye looking at the money I never miss it
This is Texas shit, Cali grass, this the Inland district
Last niggas f*cked the game up I had to come a fix it
I could give you straight grams if you want or I can mix it
Didn't beef about the family or some money then we can fix it
If you chose to do so then I'm forced to have to stand on business
We could be cool or I could be the grinch that stole your Christmas
If you really him have no choice they respect you pimping
Say you keep the shit player when you with her she be flinching
I can't trust a soul in the city ride with bliky with my tint dark as Sidney passenger seat hold a baddie
Apple Valley talk to Sally get the pounds from her daddy
Roll a fatty, stink up traffic, gimme a hour then I'll have it
Better catch this train before it leave you hoe
Sitting at the table, fork a spoon bet you ain't eating tho
Moon rocks in a jar serving it out look like pizza rolls
Locked the game up can't do nothing but yell free the bro
Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
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Writer: Tony Jones Jr
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