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kee riche$ - westside lady lyrics

oh my god
am i doing something illegal by doing this video, or is this…?
am i protected by the, the first right amendment? (amendment)
don’t take my baby
i’m at thirteen thousand dollars a month
what more do you want from me?

aye
ask if we f-ckin i’m like baby get it sloppy
i ain’t cuffing on no b-tch if she ain’t always tryna top me
got this henny in my cup
i drink it down and fill it up
tell my b-tch i’m tryna f-ck
i’m pullin’ up like aye w-ssup
got bacardi in the cut
we got some woods we rollin’ up
tryna beat that p-ssy up
until yo sh-t get swollen up
need a westside lady
wit’ her mind on the money
say she want a thug n-gg- so this burner on my tummy
riding wit’ a weapon
all the homies two steppin’
if they ask what i’m reppin’ tell em pull up to the section
westside lady say she wanna have my baby
all the homies think i’m crazy
do a lotta b-tches shady
f-ck a lotta hoes so a lotta n-gg-s hate me
but until i go broke i’m bout a dollar n-gg-
pay me
said i f-ck a lotta hoes so a lotta n-gg-s hate me
but until i go broke i’m bout a dollar n-gg-
pay me

i been clutchin’ on this pistol for a week straight
paranoid
tellin god ta increase faith
i need god and a pen
tryna write away my sins
50 cent
cause many men
done tried ta take me to the pin
never fold and never bend i’m like a brick b-tch
you say it’s smoke you better pull up wit’ that stick b-tch
sweet lady’s like jody
f-ck enemies watch yo brodie
its n-gg-s say they my homie
you n-gg-s don’t even know me
gotta some tapes on the way gotta wait till they release
still up in these streets it’s rip my n-gg- quez
bouncing outta bucket till we make it n-gg- f-ck it
rock a chain i never tuck it
i ain’t loving only f-ckin
you ain’t cuffin’ only suckin
throw it back it got me bussin
sipping on this cup this ain’t no juice
it’s robitussin
and these n-gg-s always bullies till they run up into me tho
and i’m sw-ngin in the coupe screaming free that n-gg- greedo

(laugh)

hold on lemme talk my sh-t real quick though
aye free that n-gg- greedo
this beat go crazy as f-ck you feel me
n-gg- got tapes on the way and sh-t
you feel me
what that n-gg- say, that n-gg- said
aye aye
sweet lady
westside lady and she tryna have my baby

yeah
westside lady
aye
(laugh)
alright, i’m out

- kee riche lyrics

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