Lyrics:
full-court press could never be broken my G
Had hoes warming benches for free talking bout 03
Stood bout 5’3 all-natural shit
Pass me by all the time, far side
This is an invitation
Love is calling you by name
You're never too far gone
The father is waiting for you with open arms
So come be made new again
the weather nigga (dumb it down)
You'll sell more records if you (dumb it down)
And I'm mouthless, which means I'm soundless
Now as far as the hearing,
want to fuck
I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass
Got me
I want my friends to have millions
We only get it by risking
I want my friends to have millions
We only get it by risking
I take the risk you call
people (For her people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)
Or out come the beast
We the best still there's room for
to a bowel movement
On some clique shit, you don't fuck with me and I don't fuck with you
Dat Philly shit, silly shit, but it ain't nothing new
Do they do it
it is, East West all day
I go by the name of- ahh don't worry 'bout that
(All around the world) Come take a trip, ma
(All around the world) Come
Trap Poet in this thing and I’m coming from the east
Always preaching peace but still always keep a piece
I’m the leader with the bucks but I wasn’t
ready
Let's go
Well let's have a good time
Partying together on the wild side
(Aye) ain't nothing better
Were just living our best life
East west north
ready
Let's go
Well let's have a good time
Partying together on the wild side
(Aye) ain't nothing better
Were just living our best life
East west north
it up
Fuck with me
Must be drunk
Tell a Bitch please hit me when I’m up
I’m Too far gone for your Instagram hoe
got the seven on my back
love that's what a real ma do
Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace
Ay ay ay ay ay!
Pour a little down for the homies
Fuck from my-fuck-fuck-fuck from my face you don't know me
The city never sleeps
The city never
bruh
I'm far from being scared of ya
Wolf tickets dawg they selling ya
Betta listen up before I fuck you up
And damn what a nigga telling ya
I Represent
Of real fucking rappers
Im moving towards something
Thats bigger then music
The Movement a force
With no equal
A show
With no sequel
I talk about shit
But
away out west to San Diego
Look away, look away
Look away out east to far Osaka
Where the dockers have organised
The world's longest picket line
of being alone
City built on private booths
Robot servers are a silent truth
They don't look down on you
Ostracize you like an outcast, better mind your
couldn't have that
But you could of told me before the thirty-two bars
But fuck you nigga that's how you are
And about my birthday I told your bitch ass
It's
the plains of East Kilbride
Pass the icy chasms to the mountains of Strathclyde
There inside a citadel, where a robot guards the way
You will find the Blaster,
people (For her people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)
Or out come the beast
We the best still there's room for
people (For her people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)
Or out come the beast
We the best still there's room for
people (For her people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)
Or out come the beast
We the best still there's room for
Hey, who's talking about-- Wrong group, idiot! We hate music! Do you know what we do To music 'round these parts?
Fuck.
I went so fucking far
I knew
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