YG feat. Reem Riches and Rik Lyrics
"Westside 4fingaz"
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Chorus: (x4)
Westside 4 fingers
Hoes fienin I don't want em'
We got weed, bring the swishers so
Break em down and roll them hoes
I told her break it down, we rollin
These hoes ain't ours, we're stole em'
if the bitch ain't fucking
Kick her off my team like Odom
Yeah, I'm popping like she got soda
Pray for a seven eleven, when I roll em uh
Mother fuck being sober, I'm so high i be
the solar
I got balls like a notice my pretty bitches bipolar
her atitude stank like it got an odor
so fuck you pay me bitch, what I
told her!
So much paper, I need a folder
I'm the definition of vulgar
My nuts wanna walk, I hold em'
Got more plugs in the tub when you try to
set the water, Sunmer 09' I was listening to the carter
Crack cocaine yeah nigga i go harder
sendin pounds outta town i can preach your order
Nigger cop no flow, yeah, yeah kinda soda
They just tryna be like a nigga from California
Fuck with me, bitch, I rep California
I beat that pussy up, till that pussy out of order!
Pusha ink is my label
And my niggas, that's my company
This ain't no tootsie roll, no lollipop shit
My niggers suck her free!
Best believe she bad with a whole lota ass and she fuck wit me
And she fuck with me
Im chargin seven thousand five hundred for a verse
Pay me nigger, ain't nothing free
Chorus: (x4)
Westside 4 fingers
Hoes fienin I don't want em'
We got weed, bring the swishers
Break them down and roll them hoes
It's Westside 4 fingers
Too twisted in the middle
We're outhere getting money, haters look what yall invented
Pusha ink, mobster
Bad bitch smoking ganja
Pull up in a tonka, lil nigga, big pockets
Lil nigga be quiet (shut up)
I ride around bumping my shit
Me and Jeezy we're popping, we're young niggas on some fly shit
First it was Odis, and now these niggas notice
That's my big bro and he coaching, yeah,
And you're more like a sidelines spokesman, yeah
And you're ain't really popping in your city, you's a square.
These niggas wierd whats a gaska to a bear
We giving niggers careers, I do this here for my peers
2012 is our year, I'm killing shit!
I should have so many tattoo tears
I'm higher than the layer, yeah I'm higher than the layer!
My nigga please, yeah, we're counting G,
so stay your ass home and listen 400 degrees, yeah!
Chorus: (x4)
Westside 4 fingers
Hoes fienin I don't want em'
We got weed, bring the swishers
Bring them down and roll them hoes
Westside 4 fingers
Hoes fienin I don't want em'
We got weed, bring the swishers so
Break em down and roll them hoes
I told her break it down, we rollin
These hoes ain't ours, we're stole em'
if the bitch ain't fucking
Kick her off my team like Odom
Yeah, I'm popping like she got soda
Pray for a seven eleven, when I roll em uh
Mother fuck being sober, I'm so high i be
the solar
I got balls like a notice my pretty bitches bipolar
her atitude stank like it got an odor
so fuck you pay me bitch, what I
told her!
So much paper, I need a folder
I'm the definition of vulgar
My nuts wanna walk, I hold em'
Got more plugs in the tub when you try to
set the water, Sunmer 09' I was listening to the carter
Crack cocaine yeah nigga i go harder
sendin pounds outta town i can preach your order
Nigger cop no flow, yeah, yeah kinda soda
They just tryna be like a nigga from California
Fuck with me, bitch, I rep California
I beat that pussy up, till that pussy out of order!
Pusha ink is my label
And my niggas, that's my company
This ain't no tootsie roll, no lollipop shit
My niggers suck her free!
Best believe she bad with a whole lota ass and she fuck wit me
And she fuck with me
Im chargin seven thousand five hundred for a verse
Pay me nigger, ain't nothing free
Chorus: (x4)
Westside 4 fingers
Hoes fienin I don't want em'
We got weed, bring the swishers
Break them down and roll them hoes
It's Westside 4 fingers
Too twisted in the middle
We're outhere getting money, haters look what yall invented
Pusha ink, mobster
Bad bitch smoking ganja
Pull up in a tonka, lil nigga, big pockets
Lil nigga be quiet (shut up)
I ride around bumping my shit
Me and Jeezy we're popping, we're young niggas on some fly shit
First it was Odis, and now these niggas notice
That's my big bro and he coaching, yeah,
And you're more like a sidelines spokesman, yeah
And you're ain't really popping in your city, you's a square.
These niggas wierd whats a gaska to a bear
We giving niggers careers, I do this here for my peers
2012 is our year, I'm killing shit!
I should have so many tattoo tears
I'm higher than the layer, yeah I'm higher than the layer!
My nigga please, yeah, we're counting G,
so stay your ass home and listen 400 degrees, yeah!
Chorus: (x4)
Westside 4 fingers
Hoes fienin I don't want em'
We got weed, bring the swishers
Bring them down and roll them hoes