Westside 4 Fingaz lyrics

by

DOM KENNEDY


[Chorus: YG]
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 b*tch ain't f*cking, I kick her off my team like Odom
Yeah I'm popping like script soda
Pay for 711 when I'm rolling up
Motherf*ck being sober
I'm So high I'm at the solar
I got bars like granolas
My pretty b*tch is bi polar
Her attitude stank like it got an odor, so "f*ck you, pay me b*tch" 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 Cocaine, yeah n*gga I go harder
Send a parrot hood in town, I could preach your order
n*gga copying the flow, (yep x2) kinda soda
They just trying to be like a n*gga from California
f*ck with me b*tch, I rep California
I beat that pus*y up till' that pus*y out of order
Pushaz Ink is my label, they're my n*ggas, that's my company
This ain't no "sissy role", no "Lollipop" sh*t my n*gga sucka-free
Best believe she packed with a Whole lotta ass, if she f*ck with me
I'm charging 7 thousand 5 hundred for a verse, pay me n*gga ain't nothing free
[Chorus: YG]
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 n*gga?
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*tch smoking ganja
Pull up in a Tonka (skiiiirt)
Lil' n*gga big pockets (uh)
Lil' n*gga be quiet (shut up)
I'm riding round bumping my sh*t (ay)
Me and Jeezy we poppin'
Just 2 young n*ggas on some Fly sh*t (uh)
First it was Otiz
And now these n*ggas 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 n*ggas swear
What's a [?] to a bear
We givin n*gguhs careers
I do this here for my peers
2012 is our year
I'm killing sh*t, I should have so many tattoo tears
I'm higher than a lear, I'm higher than lear
My n*gguh please
Yee, we counting G's so stay yo' ass home and listen 400 degrees!
[Chorus: YG]
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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