Just Us (feat. Harvey Harv)

Yea
Just me and my dawgs
Just me and my (yea, uhh)
Back against the wall (against the wall)
Screamin' fuck em' all (screamin' fuck em all)
Man, it's just me & my dawgs (just me & my dawgs)
It's just me & my dawgs (just me & my dawgs)
Screaming fuck the law (screamin' fuck the law)
Nigga, we don't fuck wit' y'all (we don't fuck wit y'all)
Back against the wall (against the wall)
Screamin' fuck em' all (screamin fuck em)
Man, we was born to ball (we was born to ball)
It's just me & my (it's just me & my)
It's just me & my (me & my)
It's just me & my dawgs
Dawgs wit' me, authentic
All y'all niggas fiction (ha!)
Takin' y'all niggas bitches
Yea, she say you keep doing her wrong
Why she keep callin' my phone?
Yo bitch keep callin' my phone
I'ma give her what she want
I'ma do the things you don't (yeah)
And I ain't got to work for it (nah)
I got a room on the first floor (ooh)
Baby, come & ride on the surfboard (ha!)
I'll get that pussy wetter
Do it better, you deserve more (know that)
And nothing lesser, I'll relieve that pressure
Girl you precious, like a first born (yeah)
She hit the strip club, twerk for it
Countin' all that money, fuck a workforce
She gon' get it on her own
I ain't judging girl you grown (yeah)
Other bitches tryna' clone
But you kill em', by the song yeah (uhh)
Can't lie, you got me in the zone (got me in the zone)
I'm thinkin' bout takin' you home (thinkin' bout takin' you)
Every dawg, needs a bone (uhh)
Back against the wall (against the wall)
Screamin' fuck em' all (screamin' fuck em all)
Man, it's just me & my dawgs (just me & my dawgs)
It's just me & my dawgs (just me & my dawgs)
Screaming fuck the law (screamin' fuck the law)
Nigga, we don't fuck wit' y'all (we don't fuck wit y'all)
Back against the wall (against the wall)
Screamin' fuck em' all (screamin fuck em)
Man, we was born to ball (we was born to ball)
It's just me & my (it's just me & my)
It's just me & my (me & my)
It's just me & my dawgs
Just me & my dawgs
Always love, no pause
I'm wit' my big dawgs
Y'all got puppy paws
We don't fuck wit' y'all
Loyalty, can't have no fake shit on my squad
Cross my heart, that's on God (yeah)
I'm on the freeway, too much on my temple
Got too fucked up that night, I can't remember
I remember, say you'd stay down
But you just ain't official, plain & simple
Look what them lames will get you
Shawty keep on callin', I know that she yours
Dolce & Gabanna, smell it in her pores
All up in yo pocket, don't sell it in stores
You thought she was poppin'
She fuck wit' the boy