Westside lyrics

by

Fat Trel


[Verse 1: Tyga]
Uh, a hundred thou', three kilos, my chain is illegal
My life a Tarantino, the mall, you in the sequel
It's big dollars f*ckin' with this big screen
sh*t done got crazy on the side lately
Tell her don't scream
Kick it like dojo
Know you used to the finer things
Raised from good homes, imagine how that pus*y leak
Hood Mona Lis', model for me in that lingerie
Diamonds covered rosary, say a prayer then I eat
Downtown, penthouse, see the city sleep
All six b*tches still high from last week
Back at it, the routine is automatic
They love my aesthetics, I love they ass clappin'
It's all sex, we do it the best on the West
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
SLR ordered, that b*tch comin' tomorrow
King sh*t, dome arrows
Who you think you out here for? So come on

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Tyga, Tyga]
I see you workin' that, baby (Yeah)
You need to bring your ass to the Westside (Haha)
Tonight we tryna freak some
Bring a friend, bring a friend, it's a threesome (Yeah, let's do it), yeah
So tell me, girl, what you drink?
We gon' have a good time
It's a party (Yeah)
Oh, yeah, girl, it's a party
So bring your ass to the Westside
[Verse 2: Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Tyga]
Look, Virginia n*gga on a California king size (Yeah)
Pull your panties to the left, let a G slide
Bonnie and Clyde, ride or die, that's what you need right?
Her daddy OG, she grew up on the Eastside
Bumpin' and humpin' like it's nothin', feel like a asthmatic
Sixty-nine her favorite, that's simple mathematics
And she can tell by my eyes, I love that ass clappin'
A n*gga lookin' surprised, she got my name tatted (Oh-oh-oh)
She a fan, f*ck any n*gga affiliated
Went from drug dealers in sports, this b*tch done graduated
But I deal with her, and let her think she made it
I'ma spend it all, sh*t, I'm just playin', baby
A hundred K for the strippers, just me and my n*ggas
After that, we party with b*tches and sippin' on liquor
In LA, them n*ggas let them TEC's fly
sh*t, that's how we do it on the Westside, ha!

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga, Chris Brown & Tyga]
(Oh, yeah)
I see you workin' that, baby (Yeah, baby)
You need to bring your ass to the Westside (f*cked up)
Tonight we tryna freak some (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bring a friend, bring a friend, it's a threesome, yeah
So tell me, girl, what you drink?
We gon' have a good time (Yeah)
It's a party
Oh, yeah, girl, it's a party
So bring your ass to the Westside
[Bridge: Chris Brown, Tyga, Chris Brown & Tyga]
If you ready, just give me a sign, girl
'Cause that body looks amazin', girl
And I'm ready to give you the time of your life, baby
I think you deserve a chance
Girl, I'm fallin' in love tonight (Uh, tonight)
My hand up your thigh (Your thigh)
I see you don't give a f*ck tonight (Tonight)
Girl, show you right (Show you right)
Let's not waste our time (Uh)
Like it's a nine-to-five (Don't wanna waste time)
Me and you, both together
We gettin' freaky on the Westside

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga, Chris Brown & Tyga]
(And girl, I see you)
I see you workin' that, baby (Yeah, baby)
You need to bring your ass to the Westside (Yeah-ah-ah)
Tonight we tryna freak some (Gettin' f*cked up)
Bring a friend, bring a friend, it's a threesome (It's a, haha), yeah
(So tell me)
So tell me, girl, what you drink?
We gon' have a good time (We gon' have a good time, turn up)
It's a party (Yeah)
Oh, yeah, girl, it's a party
So bring your ass to the Westside
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