We In Deep (we In This Bitch) Lyrics - Singles - Mississippi Cartel

Chorus: 

Bottles popping (bottles poppin') 

We pouring up (pourin' up) 

Whole clubs crunk (huh) doing fist pumps (yea) 

We In This Bitch (we in this bitch) 

We In This Bitch (we in this bitch) 

We Deep off in the club mayn we in the bitch 

Cartel (cartel), Starr Gang (starr gang), Mile High (bang bang bang) 

We In This Bitch (we in this bitch) 

We In This Bitch (we in this bitch) 

We Deep off in the club mayn we in the bitch 

Verse 1 (Smoke Dawg): 

(Smoke) We here now so nigga what's up 

Get krunk nigga just don't knock over my cup 

We ain't ducked off we in this bitch pourin' up 

In the middle of the club throwing fist pumps (woof) 

Whole club jumping like we in here hitting switches 

I keep that betty white so I gotta watch out for them snitches 

You know it gotta be a banger Juize on the track 

A couple niggas in here hating but I got folks that'll handle that 

Mississippi Cartel you ain't fucking with us I bet you that 

Running through this game like a motherfucking running back 

Fuck niggas be talking shit but I ain't worried 'bout that 

No habla ingles unless you talking where the money at (yea) 

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Verse 2 (Dolla Black): 

We in this bitch but that much you can see 

M-H-M-G (ah) B-D-E 

Club packed but I know dat they gon' see me 

Surpassing them hating niggas that know they wanna be me 

But my levels whoodini here now gon' later (ah) 

Chill with my people then get back to the paper 

When the dj play my shit I watch the whole club get krunk 

One hand one move partner fist pump (yeah) 

Hit up the bar and wrap the moet out the plastic 

Pass the cup to La Roc then the bottle to Lil Majjik 

See the Cartel going dummy when the smoke clears 

It's a party in this bitch yeah we in here (yea) 

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Verse 3 (Infinite Starr): 

Bad bitches my click 

Fuck your fashion statement man my swisher match my BIC 

These hoes think they on hollering little stuff they done did 

Hold up Prep stop the track, I want these hoes to hear this 

Bitch you ain't did shit 

I'm 'bout shut your lid 

Kidnap your kids 

I'm a dog I'm a dog I'm a dog that's real 

Poppin' four or five of them pills 

If I overdose see my niggas ain't gotta worry Cartel in my will 

Ciroc make me ill 

Kush make me live 

Loratabs in my system rock da boat like Aaliyah 

I'm a ball I'm a ball like my momma name Mrs Cita 

I think my neighbors hate me cuz they always call the people 

WAHHHH 

WAAAAAAAAHHHHH 

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