| Ayy
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| On everything, ayy
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| Growin' on the East, I seen a lot of shit
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| 'Member old girl?
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| Even after that, I fucked a lot of bitches
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| I miss you, bro
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| R.I.P. |
| to Scooter, I lost a lot of feelings (How you coming?)
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| Z06, my nigga, that’s without the ceiling (On my mama, ayy)
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| My youngin doin' a hundred, that’s without a picture (Free them boys, ayy)
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| No family at all, bitch, we kill for a cost
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| You get half off on the Xans, but ain’t no deal on the dog
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| Like Colin Kaepernick, ayy, bitch, just take a knee
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| These niggas out here fastin', really hate to eat
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| Probably catch me in traffic, nigga (With what?)
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| A thirty-two and my savage with me (Some buffs)
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| Shit, we came from the ground up
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| I know it hurt you niggas when these bitches hound us
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| Ayy, I’ll really blow this bitch if I don’t sound tough
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| And I ain’t braggin', my nigga, I’m more than active, my nigga
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| I really hit niggas' head, that ain’t no cappin', my nigga
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| We really came from the basement, we in the attic on niggas
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| We come through swingin' them choppers and we ain’t laughin' with niggas
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| They was scared of O, we was blastin' at niggas
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| Ayy, where the mask and the blender? |
| A young scandalous nigga
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| The feds swoopin' my niggas and it damaged a nigga
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| Tend to get a nigga four like I’m gamblin' with it
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| Your mans told on lil' bro, a whole panther came with it
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| Nigga, pistol in the party, the dancer came with it
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| Give that bitch thirty-five hundred, a nigga cancel your Christmas
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| Still play with white squares like I fuck in the dentist
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| Still’ll snatch you out your shit without askin' permission
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| Trust me, I live it
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| Seen it or did it, remember it vivid
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| You been pussy since middle school, I know you ain’t with it
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| So hot, Dugg, we shoot the video, they might come get us
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| I up this MAC, it’s quiet in the room like I’m takin' attendance
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| A lot of residue from whippin', Mas', I’m takin' the dishes
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| Been in love and fell out, shit, I had to forget it
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| Two hundred thousand in the couch, shit, I’m still from the trenches
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| My niggas fightin' for they life, I pray it’s fourth and some inches
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| Prosecutors playin' goalline D
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| I’m in it for the money, let my hoes find beef
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| For all my bros I don’t see, hope y’all make it out
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| I thought that they was hatin' then, shit, they hatin' now
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| Shit so crazy in the 10, came from fuckin' with the twins
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| Niggas killed my lil' mans, couldn’t even say the route
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| She like, «Dugg, give me the apartment,» you can take the house
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| Came from sippin' on a rose, now we Ace-in' now
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| Niggas tellin' on my bros, yeah, them statements out
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| Might not never see my nigga, but I’m wishin'
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| Take me back to 2010, shit was different
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| R.I.P. |
| my nigga Soda, yeah, I miss him
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| Grew up on the Westside, seen a lot of shit
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| Quick to up my pistol, hit a lot of licks, yeah
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| A nigga said our name and we was poppin' shit
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| Even to this day, we still droppin' shit
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| Know you niggas pussy, we the opposite
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| Hit him from the corner, Stojaković
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| The spot so damn hot, I wanna hide the bitch
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| Took a lot of risks to get an icy wrist
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| Your bitch get in the way and we’ll murk the bitch
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| So many B’s in the crib, we need the curtains fixed
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| Your mans out of state, man, they cursive quick
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| Two straps on me, I’m Urkel, bitch
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| I’m tryna stack it up like that Oprah bitch
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| Money |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song East Vs West , by - 42 Dugg. Song from the album Young & Turnt 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп