Sidepieces lyrics

by

Too $hort


[Intro: G-Eazy]
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Every big film needs a supportin' cast
She knows she ain't the one, but she supportin' that
Room service bottles, I'ma order that
She got a bomb-ass pearl, but it's more than that
She knows what it is and she play a role
Every girl's not built for it, it takes a toll
She hops on top and she take control
And it's between us, she won't tell a soul
Our secret, that's how we keep it
Not everybody's business who I sleep with
Poppin' Dom P, I ain't drinking cheap sh*t
It's G and Too $hort, every bar, gotta bleep it
Album twenty-five, it's The Pimp Tape
Asked the OG, "How long did this take?"
He said, "It's an Oakland thang"
Then he sparked another one, just, just smokin', mayne

[Interlude: Too $hort]
It's an Oakland thang
All the side pieces, put your hands in the air and let me see you, b*tch
What's up?
And all the main b*tches, if you know you a main b*tch, where you at?
All the main b*tches, let me hear ya, make some noise
[Verse 2: Too $hort]
Ayo, G, why she think I'm too nice
When every other day I meet a new wife?
I ain't got no main, they all side pieces
You can bring all the sand you want to my beaches
This ain't no party, we f*ckin' over here
She sucked my di*k, then I nutted in her hair
'Cause I really wanna f*ck with her friend over there
Put my di*k away and go holler like player
I ain't never had one b*tch
I need two when I f*ck, I don't c*m quick (I don't c*m quick)
When I bust, I still might not stop
I don't take pills, I just f*ck a lot
I'm in all in her head tryna f*ck it up
b*tch, gimme all your money, then suck it up
And don't worry about her, it's your turn next
Everything we do is rated X-X-X

[Verse 3: Ezale]
Well, I found out her favorite drug was cocaine
And I get it by the Q, halves and whole thangs
She want a bump, I'll give it up (Give it up)
'Cause a little bit of coke'll turn this b*tch to a sl*t (Haha, haha)
Yeah, that's my b*tch (My b*tch), I mean side b*tch (I mean side b*tch)
And I can't f*ck her raw, 'cause I might slip (Uh-uh)
It's a trip on how she keep the door unlocked (Keep the door unlocked)
And her man don't know I done left her spot
It seem like everybody f*ckin' on the same b*tch (On the same b*tch)
But my ho know her role and she know that I'm famous (Yes, she do)
No, she don't say sh*t (Not at all)
And every time we go out, I have her pay for it (Cash out)
If we spend time, she better spend some money (b*tch, spend some money)
I just give white snow to a snow bunny (Snort it up)
And her boyfriend a dummy, got him mad as hell (Mad as hell)
'Cause I got his b*tch leaving another voicemail with Ezale
[Outro: Too $hort]
Yeah, we Hella Disrespectful
Town business, b*tch
Ezale, it's your OG Short Dog
G-Eazy, you know how we do it in Oakland, mayne
Yeah, smoke one
We in the mix, b*tch
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