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g perico - westside-digital lyrics

you scandalous -ss n-gg-, ayy
alright this it

[verse 1: g perico]
ain’t nothin’ but the dope sh-t goin’ on b-tch
you won’t get far just hangin’ on my d-ck
let me run your credit
i need a harley for this hot weather
my curl blowin’ in the wind when i push the pedal
gang slide in with all gang violence
my homie down in mcj he violated, sh-t
put some money on his books, hit the hood
to get like me, these old n-gg-s wish they could
n-gg- stop it, i’m out makin’ profits
n-gg-s better watch they tone when the glock spits
i’m bout to be a free man
no parole, cleared child support
get my l’s then i’m gone
hit another city, all blue, lookin’ crippy
hundred million dollar mission
i took 20 thousand, threw it around a couple times
and i ya ya ya ya ya ya

[verse 2: sonny digital]
bet i could make the money blow
chyea, i just made a hundred blow
chyea, 50 on a n-gg- wrist
ayy, know i took some major risks
chyea, yeah, ain’t got no time for a b-tch
chyea, won’t spend a dime on a b-tch
fall back, recline on a b-tch
chyea, like a barber, get in line b-tch

[verse 3: g perico]
won’t spend a dime, plus i’m thin on time
in order to make it happen gotta kick it from mine
my daughter need shoes and a private school
once i hit it rich i’m p-ssin’ everything down to her
that’s a gangster for real na mean?
top of my game if i get k!lled na mean?
in my hood ain’t no tellin’
n-gg-s say that they love you
truth be told them n-gg-s be jealous
so i’m like, “f-ck ya’ll, all ya’ll”
when i was in jail a n-gg- didn’t call ya’ll
if it ain’t senile, or lil win, or the rest of my n-gg-s
then you know what it is
i’ma holler out
“bye b-tch, bye b-tch, don’t care if you cry b-tch, or die b-tch”
i’ma take all my problems and put ’em all in a blunt
roll that sh-t tight and light that b-tch up

[verse 4: sonny digital]
westside will smokin’ stunner blunts
only n-gg-s really gettin’ it, b-tch you know it’s us
hundred racks on me b-tch you know what’s up
ayy i been layin’ low but the money up
i could make the money blow
chyea, i just made a hundred blow
chyea, 50 on a n-gg- wrist
ayy, know i took some major risks
chyea, yeah, ain’t got no time for a b-tch
chyea, won’t spend a dime on a b-tch
fall back, recline on a b-tch
chyea, like a barber, get in line b-tch
chyea

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