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g-scott - westside lyrics

stressing over bread migraines ‘fore i make it to harvest
everyday a headache when you out here starving
demons calling, ouija boarding
road a flight to my g foreign
feel i’m running out of time in a lil bit
i ain’t even had time for my lil b-tch
feel like so much on my mind that i’m dealing with
who you dealing with
coming up, coming down on the west side
hit my line, come alive in the night time
in the ride, let her ride then it’s peace sign
this is all love and war, ain’t no peace sign
whole world stuck in a reality show
so we trip until reality gone
the p-ssy great that how she saved in my phone, race to the moon, race til the painting is gone
hold me down

never switched up solid from the rip
shorty pop a tab and take a trip
buss it open do it on the woahyeah
every time i hit, forget to miss
pillow talking, save that for ya b-tch
i don’t hear the hate, it don’t exist
gary, cali, chi-town where i live
different couches different n-gga cribs

just another day n-gga same sh-t
chillin with a dame that you can’t get
shorty give me brain when i lane switch
still with the same ones i came with
?
have them trees lit
got so many styles every song like the remix, remix, remix, remix

girl you know you come alive in the night time
(west side, west side, west side, west side, west side, west side)
every night reporting live from the west side
(west side, west side, west side, west side, west side, west side)
all my n-ggas going live on the west side
(west side, west side, west side, west side, west side, west side)
girl tonight its going down on the west side
(west side, west side, west side, west side, west side, west side) aye

take the chevy malibu i’m riding through the late night
it belongs to my mom
bout to pick up shawty she gone think that it’s a date night
but we bout to get naughty
harlot, scarlet letter thoughts on my mental
to harvard college level body your temple
i promise shawty imma try to be gentle
we parked behind west side, now west side can hear you
hand on the seat, windows down, armrest for the feet??
roll the window back up, don’t be loud, pants on the floor
hands on my wh0r-, i mean girl, fingers in your hair
girl i love your curls, love the way twirl on it
you lean your forehead against mine, and i feel our sweat glands intertwine
my lap is now water because i have red sea parted your legs with this staff that you ride (god)

i love my baby mama but she get all on my nerves, nerves, nerves, nerves
i’m swinging round the corner almost home i’m at my turn, turn, turn turn
i swear i’m not gone trip on this so hold up wait a minute let me roll up
thinking about some women that my n-ggas and ‘nem can call up
things done got been jiggy so i figured that we can squad up
?
patty cake patty cake metamorphosis
hennessy ? i’m very curious
will i hit it? i’m very serious
she be right there when i want it, she be right there when i need it
dead in the day, but whenever the sun goes down i can tell you right now that shawty’s about to

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