Lyrics:
in a box
On the east side shooting dice in gfazos and glock
Black Bandana round and my neck middle finger up like pac
If we catch that nigga slipping
can buy ya name for a simply price
I won't say too much imma onna web while it's dark at night
Found out that my brother died slide over East so I can
man, that's my nick
I stole nothing, that's my film
Делаю музло как Drugdealer
Эй
Торгую им прямо в квартире
Эй
Чувствую запах тротила
Эй
Как в
might cop the Test
No sleep- We do not take rests
Top ten, better yet I'm in the top five
Eat your bitch like some Five Guys
Stevie Nicks with
smoking west coast
On the east side
Lansing boy
If you shit talking
Then bet we slide
If you want smoke get it up
I need at least five
Big shooter long
wasn’t playin about me
B*tch Ima beast, I’m from the east,
I keep it G, Ain’t no hoe in me
Fuck with my child n yo grave you gon meet
Dem bullets gon fly
a east side nigga thatu0027ll touch you if you flinch. You talk about levels, guess Meek really gassed the ting. Cause all I hear is trap, but you never
built walls in my mind
Nowhere to call home, but I rep the East side
Carried all the weight 'til I was repping 225
I can go from Joe Cool to Joe like GI
man, that's my nick
I stole nothing, that's my film
Делаю музло как Drugdealer
Эй
Торгую им прямо в квартире
Эй
Чувствую запах тротила
Эй
Как в
done sold nicks
Not a liar, never sold bricks
If they raid the crib nigga, don't snitch
Everybody get it, I got no picks
Trey pounds, that's a KD
Gotta duck low 'cause the feds on us
Let her catch me, that's a big bonus
And be saucin' like Rick Owens
And I sell white, no Nick Jonas
Like we don't
stitches (uh huh)
East to the West (West)
The West to the East (East)
I'm guaranteed skeets on any freak sheets
Game tight like virgin nappy, clothes
a flight when I point at the globe
That tattoo look better when touching her toes
I need some sleep money, monei,
The beast of the east
Niggas mad cause they
food in that pot
And duckin' the law, don't wanna see three hots and a cot
No way
I just came in, why you gotta leave
Saint Nick still puffin' on these
When push comin' short I get psycho
So when you fuckin' with the Locs you got to deal with the pistol
The nick name: Freeze
I represent: Watts
And if I
durin' The Reason
Even bigger BSF, bitch
Don't get caught committin' treason
Motherfucker, huh
Hands on, nigga, you don't wanna try me
East side
When push comin' short I get psycho
So when you fuckin' with the Locs you got to deal with the pistol
The nick name: Freeze
I represent: Watts
And if I
love with my lil' shadows
Dwellin' in the shallows (shallows)
Sun risin' in the east, I know you guide me by my feet
Know they'll probably preach
hoes like Saint Nick
Might put Chanel on the kicks
But that's only for my main bitch
When she throwing it back, it be dangerous
Talking money, she
that rambo
Whizz on a 125 manamana ready to take mans
I got albos east south north and they all got pride
VIP when i step in clubs bad bs wanna come
Despite all the pressure I do this for fun
Depressions a killer
But I'm glad that i'm bigger
Born in burrel i'm a beast
Realist albo from the east
When its
as I dance with the devil
I used to ride a bike that only had one pedal
No Nike kicks, broke than a bitch
I started comin' up sellin' fat ass nicks
I'm
I'm the smoothest afrodiziak
I'll be the coolest afrodiziak
I'm like the strangest afrodiziak
So nick nack paddywack bring it back
[Sara Johnston]
like Nick (Nicolas Cage)
I remember girls used to laugh at us
Now they wanna link us and partner up
We just give them wood like a carpenter
Then
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