Letra de Wit Us U Can't... (Feat. Bry'nt) - Solomon

The weeks
Been rough
Ain�t got no money
But we don�t give a f*ck

I mean c�mon
We just wanna have fun
Wanna make some noise
Cause ya only live once

Walk in and all eyes on us
Bum b*tches mad as f*ck
Posted in the cut
Rose by the case
Livin� in the fast lane

HOOK:
Cause we goin down down down
Where the vibe is underground
Got my boys in the crowd
And you know we blackin� out
Wave our hands (hands hands)
In the air (air air)
And shake out hair (hair hair)
Everywhere (where where)

Cause you can�t f*ck wit us
You can�t f*ck wit us
You can�t f*ck wit us
Even if you wanted to
You can�t f*ck wit us
You can�t f*ck wit us
You can�t f*ck wit us
Even if you wanted to

VERSE 2:
1AM
3 bottles in
I lost my phone
And I can�t find my friends

I mean c�mon
I�m a rockstar
So f*ck I look like buying drinks at the bar?

DJ got me dancing� in the mirror and I�m feelin� myself
Think I had too much to drink
Too much to drink
Can�t even walk straight

HOOK:
Cause we goin down down down
Where the vibe is underground
Got my boys in the crowd
And you know we blackin� out
Wave our hands (hands hands)
In the air (air air)
And shake out hair (hair hair)
Everywhere (where where)

Cause you can�t f*ck wit us
You can�t f*ck wit us
You can�t f*ck wit us
Even if you wanted to
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You can�t f*ck wit us
You can�t f*ck wit us
You can�t f*ck wit us
Even if you wanted to

BRY�NT:
Bry�Nt
Can�t f*ck with me
Can�t f*ck with me
Me and my niggas looking like the cast of �Model City�

Too hot to handle
Scandals
Greedy men
Sipping rum and Red Bull, Fambo
Beenie Man

Stacks, we throw �em up
Spots, we blow �em up
We got niggas so sick, throwing up

I hear �em talking, but it don�t phase me
Slap a nigga for the hell of it if I get angry

It�s all gravy
I get a little crazy (crazy)
Ever since I was a kid they tried to tame me

Lately
You fools been duped
Niggas D twelve but they never got proof
Koof

Appear to be gentle
I�m hard like a riddle
A little
Bit mental
You soft in the middle
You really got me tickled

See, we breaking rules like convicts, criminals
Pricks
Stay pissed
Like toilets, urinals

HOOK:
Cause we goin down down down
Where the vibe is underground
Got my boys in the crowd
And you know we blackin� out
Wave our hands (hands hands)
In the air (air air)
And shake out hair (hair hair)
Everywhere (where where)

Cause you can�t f*ck wit us
You can�t f*ck wit us
You can�t f*ck wit us
Even if you wanted to
You can�t f*ck wit us
You can�t f*ck wit us
You can�t f*ck wit us
Even if you wanted to