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Westside 4 Fingaz

YG/Reem Riches/Rikohuatong
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West side 4 fingaz, h**s feening I don't want them

We got weed, bring the swishers so

Break them down and roll em h**s

I told them "break them down yeah roll em"

These h**s ain't ours we stole them

If the b**h ain't f**g, I kick her off my team like Odom

Yeah I'm popping like script soda

Pay for 711 when I'm rolling up

M**k being sober

I'm so high I'm at the solar

I got bars like granolas

My pretty b**h is bi polar

Her attitude stank like it got an odor, so "f**u, pay me b**h" that's What I told her

So much paper I need a folder

I'm the definition of vulgar

Drug, 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 C**e, yeah n**a I go harder

Send a parrot hood in town, I could preach your order

N**a copying the flow, (yep yep) kinda soda

They just trying to be like a n**a from California

F**k with me b**h, I rep California

I beat that p**y up till' that p**y out of order

Pushaz Ink is my label, they're my niggas, that's my company

This ain't no "sissy role", no "Lollipop" shit my n**a sucka-free

Best believe she packed with a Whole lotta ass, if she f**k with me

I'm charging 7 thousand 5 hundred for a verse, pay me n**a ain't nothing free

West side 4 fingaz, h**s feening I don't want them

We got weed, bring the swishers so

Break them down and roll em' h**s

Oooo

Jeezy, what up n**a?

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 b**h smoking ganja

Pull up in a Tonka (skiiiirt)

Lil' n**a big pockets (uh)

Lil' n**a 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!

West side 4 fingaz, h**s feening I don't want them

We got weed, bring the swishers so

Break them down and roll em' h**s

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