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Watch 'Em Video (MV)




Performed By: VonnEto
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Patrick Rivers




VonnEto - Watch 'Em Lyrics




Momma told me watch all the homies
Half them niggas not really down
Grew up real and I'm peepin all the phonies
Now they wanna keep calling my phone
Fell in love witt a bitch and she played me
Now it's bout that time to get gone
Sum of these niggas fuccin witt the police
Now I gotta get it on my own

I ain't got time to be fuccin witt sum fake shyt
I told her she a valid dime
Now she want relations
I told her bacc it up
Pacc it up
I'm on vacation
I passed that level
Told you once
Tired of being played with
Got it on my own
Promise they could neva take this
She said she want the bone
So I'm gon make her chase it
Tried to change my life the best way
Seen these niggas fuccin up
I'm juggin on my next case
Next phase
Get the money first get the Pussy later
You could be a hater
Call me trash
I say sinarator
She not succin dicc
Tell lil baby I see ya later
Get anotha bitch
Juss to come over
And imitate her
So she whisper in my ear
Like you a bad boy
Ina field say my name
I bet it's making mad noise
Yea I keep 6 left in my 9
Ima predator
I keep the 6 left in my 9
Like it's regular

Momma told me watch all the homies
Half them niggas not really down
Grew up real and I'm peepin all the phonies
Now they wanna keep calling my phone
Fell in love witt a bitch and she played me
Now it's bout that time to get gone
Sum of these niggas fuccin witt the police
Now I gotta get it on my own

I Started movin different
Cuz these niggas real fake
Small circle for a reason
Only gang get a plate
See I don't play the blocc
I moved away
You should see wat I got
She mad ahaa
Cuz She gave me all the hater top
Then I peeped a opp
I say nomore
Nigga we send the drop
Once I AyAy
Gangsta say it bacc then spin the bloccs
See I dont like to talk
If it ain't heart to heart
The cuz walk
10 toes down no fear
Wat he gon budge for
Son trippen
Wat he mad for
Caught a stain for a p
I gave it to him half off
Saw his future
The way I pull up ain't leave mask on
Ay fam ain't enough
It's time to cash more
Why they keep on tellin me
I'm drippen mad sauce
Nah it's juss alil drip
From ya baby
Caught mad jaw
I'm juss a different breed
Witt a Smoove stinch
You could smell the loud ina air
When the mood switch
Like whose this

Momma told me watch all the homies
Half them niggas not really down
Grew up real and I'm peepin all the phonies
Now they wanna keep calling my phone
Fell in love witt a bitch and she played me
Now it's bout that time to get gone
Sum of these niggas fuccin witt the police
Now I gotta get it on my own
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Momma told me watch all the homies
Half them niggas not really down
Grew up real and I'm peepin all the phonies
Now they wanna keep calling my phone
Fell in love witt a bitch and she played me
Now it's bout that time to get gone
Sum of these niggas fuccin witt the police
Now I gotta get it on my own

I ain't got time to be fuccin witt sum fake shyt
I told her she a valid dime
Now she want relations
I told her bacc it up
Pacc it up
I'm on vacation
I passed that level
Told you once
Tired of being played with
Got it on my own
Promise they could neva take this
She said she want the bone
So I'm gon make her chase it
Tried to change my life the best way
Seen these niggas fuccin up
I'm juggin on my next case
Next phase
Get the money first get the Pussy later
You could be a hater
Call me trash
I say sinarator
She not succin dicc
Tell lil baby I see ya later
Get anotha bitch
Juss to come over
And imitate her
So she whisper in my ear
Like you a bad boy
Ina field say my name
I bet it's making mad noise
Yea I keep 6 left in my 9
Ima predator
I keep the 6 left in my 9
Like it's regular

Momma told me watch all the homies
Half them niggas not really down
Grew up real and I'm peepin all the phonies
Now they wanna keep calling my phone
Fell in love witt a bitch and she played me
Now it's bout that time to get gone
Sum of these niggas fuccin witt the police
Now I gotta get it on my own

I Started movin different
Cuz these niggas real fake
Small circle for a reason
Only gang get a plate
See I don't play the blocc
I moved away
You should see wat I got
She mad ahaa
Cuz She gave me all the hater top
Then I peeped a opp
I say nomore
Nigga we send the drop
Once I AyAy
Gangsta say it bacc then spin the bloccs
See I dont like to talk
If it ain't heart to heart
The cuz walk
10 toes down no fear
Wat he gon budge for
Son trippen
Wat he mad for
Caught a stain for a p
I gave it to him half off
Saw his future
The way I pull up ain't leave mask on
Ay fam ain't enough
It's time to cash more
Why they keep on tellin me
I'm drippen mad sauce
Nah it's juss alil drip
From ya baby
Caught mad jaw
I'm juss a different breed
Witt a Smoove stinch
You could smell the loud ina air
When the mood switch
Like whose this

Momma told me watch all the homies
Half them niggas not really down
Grew up real and I'm peepin all the phonies
Now they wanna keep calling my phone
Fell in love witt a bitch and she played me
Now it's bout that time to get gone
Sum of these niggas fuccin witt the police
Now I gotta get it on my own
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Writer: Patrick Rivers
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