Whit - Eastside paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Eastside - Whit



Eastside, eastside, eastside
(Mmmm, Trizzy made it)
I got mouths to feed, man of the house
Like I'm testing nigga, show what you about
I was sleepin the floors, I was posted on the couch
Broke as fuck
Think the pills taking over, mama gone off the drugs
My niggas they got guns
Gang signs hit you up
Niggas never had shit
Hit your spot, go dumb
Always sliding through like a hockey puck, ice cold
All gold if I die
Chase money, remain fly
Do the numbers, beat the odds, eastside, fuck a opp
Pass the mindstate, drugs and flags raising the crime rate
Heavy lil' bitch think she bad like Beyonce
In the ring like I box niggas
Lil' homie selling drugs
Only thing is don't get box nigga
Ain't no love around this way, we try'na make it out
Niggas acting like they wanna go and lay 'em down
You know, ain't nobody that can fuck with me
Pills, drank and some weed, whatcha need nigga? (hey whatcha need?)
Ain't shit for free, we got fees nigga (I got fees)
Bounced out of the house, mama can't feed a nigga
Never knew we would be like this (hey would it be)
Pills, drank and some weed, whatcha need nigga? (hey whatcha need?)
Ain't shit for free, we got fees nigga (I got fees)
Bounced out of the house, mama can't feed a nigga
Never knew we would be like this (hey would it be)
I ain't called it but the one that they calling
You fucking with, I hold my own, still might holy ghost ya'
Fuck making the news, need to end up on a poster
Balling until I'm falling like Jordan, Kobe or Lebron
For the fam, I put on
Take them state trips, green serving, we at your service
Soaking game like a sponge, everyday learning
Still gon' keep it ghetto, caught creeping, grab the metal
Spit them flames then hell rose
I'm everywhere you can't go
Fat booty bitch made my mind go crazy
Had to do it on my own nigga, that's what made me
Candles lit up in the house, no lights
Stay grinding to the top 'til a nigga get it right
Lot of stress on my mind girl, let me lay the pipe
I can see the millions comin', got a nigga feelin' hype
All my life, I just wanna rock that gold with the ice ya' know
Pills, drank and some weed, whatcha need nigga? (hey whatcha need?)
Ain't shit for free, we got fees nigga (I got fees)
Bounced out of the house, mama can't feed a nigga
Never knew we would be like this (hey would it be)
Pills, drank and some weed, whatcha need nigga? (hey whatcha need?)
Ain't shit for free, we got fees nigga
Bounced out of the house, mama can't feed a nigga
Never knew we would be like this (hey would it be)



Writer(s): Khalid Robinson, Ashley Frangipane, Edward Christopher Sheeran, Benjamin Joseph Levin, Nathan Perez


Whit - Open Season
Album Open Season
date de sortie
27-07-2018




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