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Westside 4 Fingaz

YG

4Hunnid Degreez

25

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Tekst piosenki
[Intro] [Hook] West side 4 fingaz, hoes feening I don't want them We got weed, bring the swishers so Break them down and roll em hoes [Verse 1: YG] I told them "break them down yeah roll em" These hoes ain't ours we stole them If the bitch ain't fucking, I kick her off my team like Odom Yeah I'm popping like script soda Pay for 711 when I'm rolling up Motherfuck being sober I'm So high I'm at the solar I got bars like granolas My pretty bitch is bi polar Her attitude stank like it got an odor, so "fuck you, pay me bitch" that's What I told her So much paper I need a folder I'm the definition of [?] [?], yeah I sold them My nuts, when I walk I hold them Got more plugs than a tub when you tryna set the water 09' summer I was listening to The Carter Crack Cocaine, yeah nigga I go harder Send a parrot hood in town, I could preach your order Nigga copying the flow, (yep x2) kinda soda They just trying to be like a nigga from California Fuck with me bitch, I rep California I beat that pussy up till' that pussy out of order Kush and ink is my lable, they're my niggas, that's my company This ain't no "sissy role", no "Lollipop" shit my nigga sucka-free Best believe she packed with a Whole lotta ass, if she fuck with me I'm charging 7 thousand 5 hundred for a verse, pay me nigga ain't nothing free [Hook] West side 4 fingaz, hoes feening I don't want them We got weed, bring the swishers so Break them down and roll em' hoes [Verse 2: Reem Riches] Oooo Jeezy, what up nigga? Rich, look It's westside 4 fingaz 2 twisted in the middle We out here getting money, haters look what ya'll invented Pusha Inc., Mobster Bad bitch smoking ganja Pull up in a Tonka (skiiiirt) Lil' nigga big pockets (uh) Lil' nigga be quiet (shut up) I'm riding round bumping my shit (ay) Me and Jeezy we poppin' Just 2 young niggas on some Fly shit (uh) First it was Otiz And now these niggas notice That's my big bro and he's coaching, yeah And you more like a side line spokes man, yeah And you ain't really popping in your city, you's a square These niggas swear What's a [?] to a bear We givin nigguhs careers I do this here for my peers 2012 is our year I'm killing shit, I should have so many tattoo tears I'm higher than a lear, I'm higher than lear My Nigguh please Yee, we counting G's so stay yo' ass home and listen 400 degrees! [Hook] West side 4 fingaz, hoes feening I don't want them We got weed, bring the swishers so Break them down and roll em' hoes
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