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ea$tside - trinidad james lyrics

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[produced by j. padron & young roc]

[hook: trinidad james]
f-ck ’em up
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
fight, fight (fight, fight)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t, i said now (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t, i said now (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t, i said now (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)

[verse 1: trinidad james]
i’m in dc with the glizzy’s, cali, call up nipsey
in philly, i know meek, i know meek and omelly
i call up bigga rankin, n-gga down in that tally’
shout out to them bad b-tches, kod, miami
salute to them haitian n-ggas, out there in little haiti
salute to jimmy n-gga, harlem going crazy
i’m good n-gga even in texas, better watch what you rap about
i call up the prince boys, i know you heard about rap-a-lot
b-tch!

[hook: trinidad james]
f-ck ’em up
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
fight, fight (fight, fight)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t, i said now (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t, i said now (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t, i said now (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)

[verse 2: gucci mane]
guwop or doo-wop
i’m a trap n-gga, i’m not hip-hop
jumping out a phantom with the louis flip-flops
my clip long like tube socks
if you say something, i’mma spray something
wanna f-ck something and i’mma pay something
had a threesome with your bm
and my young n-ggas’ll take some
take money to make money
i’m a great ape with this ak
banana clip for these monkey n-ggas
i’m a millionaire, but a country n-gga
half a mil on a dice game
three mil on my ice game
was all good ’til your wife came
it’s gucci mane, you in my lane

[hook: trinidad james]
f-ck ’em up
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
fight, fight (fight, fight)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t, i said now (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t, i said now (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t, i said now (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)

[verse 3: young scooter]
quarter million dollar worth of jewelry, i’m a l!ck
you haters sittin’ plottin’, y’all n-ggas ain’t gonna do sh-t
my name ringing bells cause i done took a lot of bricks
independent major label deal, i’m filthy rich
little mexico lingo, we got a home where we make kilos
you say you move kilos but n-gga, you still stuck on zeroes
fake rappers, i don’t like, all i rap is white
vvs my ice, n-gga, f-ck your highest price

[hook: trinidad james]
f-ck ’em up
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
fight, fight (fight, fight)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t, i said now (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t, i said now (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t, i said now (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)

[verse 4: alley boy]
alley boy don’t play, little trouble don’t play
big black don’t play, little ricky don’t play
get your take, new face in the a
these young shooters gonna do what i say
new king of the south, they can’t do sh-t
atta boy, 2pac in ’96
but i ain’t get shot, i’mma k!ll me a b-tch
get zone 6, i’mma wrap these bricks
see tie-dye, lord, eye for an eye
war cry n-gga, these bullets gonna fly
from 1 to 6 dare n-gga to try
p-ssy went blind from all that fire
with my gold grill and my gold bentley
black father, n-gga, no flexin’
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t
f-ck ’em up, you better stay ready

[hook: trinidad james]
f-ck ’em up
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
fight, fight (fight, fight)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t, i said now (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t, i said now (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t, i said now (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)

[verse 5: childish gambino]
pull up in an audi, they don’t know sh-t about me
these rappers are so inventive, your maserati is rented
my second house is in venice, 3rd in kaua’i
i got a bird cause i’m fly, i don’t wanna brag
these n-ggas wanna break my neck, they could
i’m a buck fifty when soaking wet, my hood
got a clear port and an ocean deck
i made a hater eat words, watch him choke to death
back for more, f-ck it, i’mma rap some more
i got some white girls with me like i’m macklemore
my back is sore, from whippin’ in the jaguar
i’m the goat like a motherf-cking capricorn
yeah, i hate whack n-ggas, that’s my f-cking problem (tru!)
i’m too turned up like like the f-cking volume
these n-ggas get dropped like my f-cking albums
eastside, stone mountain

[hook: trinidad james]
f-ck ’em up
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
you don’t like me n-gga, then fight (f-ck ’em up)
fight, fight (fight, fight)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t, i said now (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t, i said now (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t, i said now (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)
y’all n-ggas can’t do sh-t (b-tch)

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