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Big down a motherfucking blaze on this fucking track
West coast baby, baby
Khalifa's where the fuck you at? Throw your
motherfucking dubs up. Oh
Bye now, let me hit the shit cuz I'm gonna spit this quick got a flow so cold better
It's making you sick now, but you feel it like shit. She y'all on my dick
You can call her what you want to but I'll call her a bitch
She taught
her at the hotel be like, oh, well, you know, I'm cutting price. You can have it. Oh,
so buddy do the host
No clean tail feeling kind of broke her off. I made a bail call up the homie s doll from the
high
Scrappy what I do what it is with a crime homie sli
me through with the piece
Why don't I with the nine in the stash box where we stash rocks fuck her with the cash
drop?
Get your ass pop cop. Got him yellow teeth in the vacant lot. Well, fuck her with the ball
here
Yeah, we know let's run to the hood. Yeah
, we saw an off
Right hat down to the side going off to the beat like it's suicide
Post to the west coast live when we ride
Ride, hats down to the side
Going off to the beat like it's suicide
East coast to the west coast
Live when we ride, we ride
I'm so r
eal when it's time to peel all my wings
I gots to steal it
Come ride if you want to ride
Cause tonight you committed suicide
I think you lucked out, you had a bad day
Your triple beam went off, happy holiday
My flow ain't
easy, and I don't got a lot of love
My name ain't Weezy
My shit goes smooth, call me Breezy
I'll leave your ring up in the mentor
Fucked up and queasy
And it's just the beginning
The way I floss, you know that I be winning
Yeah, and I'm in this for the lo
ng term
I'm all out, watch your pussy ass squirm
Verb, fucked out like a perm
Cause you's a germ on a motherfucking worm
Ride, hats down to the side
Going off to the beat like it's suicide
East coast to the west coast
Live when we ride, we ride
Ride
Half d
own to the side
Going off to the beat like it's suicide
These hoes to the West Coast
Lie when you ride, you ride
Peepin' through the shadow cause we duckin' off edge
Poppin' all these pills, you would think we on meds
Still posted like a stamp here in Sout
hern California
But jeez, why the threes enemies are on the phone ya
Phone ya, phone ya, ringin' from the shoulders
West Coast, Cali, throw it up if you a soldier, soldiers
West Coast, Cali, throw it up if you a soldier, soldier
I you in the gut, grab your
girl, call me poppy when I bust a nut
You say she's not a slut though
She likes it when I hit her in the butt
You upset with no words to say
Blaze goes off when it's time to play
I got nothing to hide, if you walk this way, it's a suicide
Half down to the
side
Going off to the beat like it's suicide
These hoes to the West Coast
Lie when ride, you ride
Ride, ride
Half down to the side
Going off to the beat like it's suicide
East Coast to the West Coast
Lie when you ride, ride