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westside freestyle - neek bucks lyrics

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[intro]
woah, yeah

[chorus]
seventeen hundred on gl-sses just so i see through the cap
young n-gg- with a bankroll, got this sh-t popping and i did it myself
four seater benz, she ain’t got no pants, i f-cked that b-tch on the top of the roof
i’m on rodeo with racks, big racks, matter fact, i pray i never get whacked, woah

[verse 1]
i told my mother i love her today, some n-gg-s couldn’t do it
jail call with my brother today (facts)
your honor, free him, he ain’t do it
i mixed the henn’ with the perky today (gang)
and i went and did some music
i might just f-ck with my daughter today (woah, woah)
only reason i ain’t lose it
percocet mami
how much did you pay for that body? yeah
she tryna try me
b-tch, you know i don’t cuff on no thotty
b-tch, i hope you don’t think you gon’ line me
sh-t, you know how we move like the army
i got a n-gg- with me
back in the days, he used to shoot up the party (yeah)
don’t want to bring him out (facts)
that’s the sh-t we about (woah)
appearance 10g and up, facts
she want me to eat her out, no

[interlude]
b-tch, is you crazy?
i wish i would eat you out
you better go ‘head, tuh
bugged out

[verse 2]
seeing me, she keep on talking ’bout seeing me
she want to f-ck in a ‘bnb, so i texted her the addy to ‘bnb, yeah
i’m on the westside, i just touched down on the westside
b-tch, better pardon my drip when i step on the westside
i met a b-tch soon as i stepped on the westside
bunch of pointers at milan show, i’m on the runway drippin’
as long as money getting printed, you know the boy gon’ get it, oh
maddie cc me on email, it’s about chicken
i can’t complain about sh-t ’cause a n-gg- still living

[chorus]
seventeen hundred on gl-sses just so i see through the cap
young n-gg- with a bankroll, got this sh-t popping and i did it myself
four seater benz, she ain’t got no pants, i f-cked that b-tch on the top of the roof
i’m on rodeo with racks, big racks, matter fact, i pray i never get whacked, woah
seventeen hundred on gl-sses just so i see through the cap
young n-gg- with a bankroll, got this sh-t popping and i did it myself
four seater benz, she ain’t got no pants, i f-cked that b-tch on the top of the roof
i’m on rodeo with racks, big racks, matter fact, i pray i never get whacked, woah

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