| Yeah, comin' from the Eastside
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| Now she on the Westside
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| Drivin' down the Westside Highway
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| Got the checks right
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| 'Bout to call my next flight
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| You just want the sex, right?
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| I’ma make that shit fly
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| If anybody steps, I
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| Don’t know what’s wrong with my head
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| All this drama just make me dead
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| I don’t really wanna fight, I rather lay with you in bed
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| Give a fuck 'bout what they said
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| Never talkin' to a fed
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| It’s just us against the world, so we 'gon go and get this bread
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| I don’t care how much money you make
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| I still need my baby girl to be right at my place
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| We been poppin' fine wines, she been callin' in late
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| We been sleepin' in the morning, we 'gon wake up and bake
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| You know the vibes, gettin' high while she sit on my face
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| That’s too explicit, I’m just kidding man but really, I ain’t
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| I’m gettin' money off this rap shit, but you cannot relate
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| I might just go and sit in traffic for that ass, it’s so great
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| I’m feelin' like we takin' off
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| Those problems, shake 'em off
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| I ain’t got shit to say to other bitches man, I’m playin' golf
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| And when the Summer turn to Fall, we still 'gon be kickin'
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| I can really freestyle these feelings, this ain’t no written
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| This that top-down, sun is shinin', seventy degrees
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| Had to cop that diamond necklace for my girl, she sayin' «geez»
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| We pourin' up that fifth, and I ain’t talkin' 'bout a plea
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| But I really gotta know girl, are you coming home with me?
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| Yeah, comin' from the Eastside
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| Now she on the Westside
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| Drivin' down the Westside Highway
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| Got the checks right
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| 'Bout to call my next flight
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| You just want the sex, right?
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| I’ma make that shit fly
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| If anybody steps, I
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| Don’t know what’s wrong with my head
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| All this drama just make me dead
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| I don’t really wanna fight, I rather lay with you in bed
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| Give a fuck 'bout what they said
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| Never talkin' to a fed
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| It’s just us against the world, so we 'gon go and get this bread
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| Gettin' cake up
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| Everyday I wake up
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| Smoke a joint and get my weight up while she workin' on her makeup
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| Like I used to be a player
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| Movin' like the mayor
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| Cojanglez got the beat
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| Kinda soundin' like John Mayer
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| And the studio’s my lair
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| She meet me when I’m there
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| She treat me like a snare
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| Bangin' me like she don’t care
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| Claim to me it isn’t fair how I keep it this smooth
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| I roll a hundred joints a day while I be keepin' this moo
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| We hangin' out this summertime, I’m tellin' stories to you
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| Man, I just hope I get a chance to do way more things with you
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| Yeah, comin' from the Eastside
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| Now she on the Westside
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| Drivin' down the Westside Highway
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| Got the checks right
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| 'Bout to call my next flight
|
| You just want the sex, right?
|
| I’ma make that shit fly
|
| If anybody steps, I
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| Don’t know what’s wrong with my head
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| All this drama just make me dead
|
| I don’t really wanna fight, I rather lay with you in bed
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| Give a fuck 'bout what they said
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| Never talkin' to a fed
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| It’s just us against the world, so we 'gon go and get this bread |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Westside Highway , by - Cam Meekins. Song from the album The Life of Cam Meekins, Pt. 8, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп