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East Side
by Yvng1haze
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(Catch me on the east side, baby, don't hate me)
(Still serving to the fiends like it's the 80s)
(Don't have my line if you talking too crazy)
(The money coming in, so I don't care about you, baby)
She wanna hang with the gang
She wanna hang for the fame
That boy better stay in his lane
Making these hits for the gang
Making these shots go for a hundred
She wanna hang with the gang, it ain't none
She wanna do it for fun
Curl the boy up like a bun
Catch me on the east side, baby, don't hate me
Serve to the fiends like it was the 80s
I know they broke and they still gonna hate me
If she wanna hang now, I'ma charge late fees
I said I was gon' blow, but they ain't believe me
Now they in my DMs talking bout can you pay me
They stuck in the mud while I got no love
Been around the fake, so I got no trust
Catch me on the east side, baby, don't hate me
Serve to the fiends like it was the 80s
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me crazy
The money coming in, so I don't care about you, baby
She wanna hang with the gang
She wanna hang for the fame
That boy better stay in his lane
Making these hits for the gang
Making these shots go for a hundred
She wanna hang with the gang, it ain't none
She wanna do it for fun
Curl the boy up like a bun
Gang on my side, and I will not lose
She said that she love me, but I don't love you
She broke my heart into two
Every day is something new
They didn't think I would go this far
Feel too high like I am on Mars
Do you wanna go with me to the stars
(Catch me on the east side, baby, don't hate me)
(Still serving to the fiends like it was the 80s)
(Don't have my line if you talking too crazy)
(The money coming in, so I don't care about you, baby)
She wanna hang with the gang
She wanna hang for the fame
That boy better stay in his lane
Making these hits for the gang
Making these shots go for a hundred
She wanna hang with the gang, it ain't none
She wanna do it for fun
Curl the boy up like a bun
(Catch me on the east side, baby, don't hate me)
(Still serving to the fiends like it's the 80s)
(Don't have my line if you talking too crazy)
(The money coming in, so I don't care about you, baby)
She wanna hang with the gang
She wanna hang for the fame
That boy better stay in his lane
Making these hits for the gang
Making these shots go for a hundred
She wanna hang with the gang, it ain't none
She wanna do it for fun
Curl the boy up like a bun
Catch me on the east side, baby, don't hate me
Serve to the fiends like it was the 80s
I know they broke and they still gonna hate me
If she wanna hang now, I'ma charge late fees
I said I was gon' blow, but they ain't believe me
Now they in my DMs talking bout can you pay me
They stuck in the mud while I got no love
Been around the fake, so I got no trust
Catch me on the east side, baby, don't hate me
Serve to the fiends like it was the 80s
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me crazy
The money coming in, so I don't care about you, baby
She wanna hang with the gang
She wanna hang for the fame
That boy better stay in his lane
Making these hits for the gang
Making these shots go for a hundred
She wanna hang with the gang, it ain't none
She wanna do it for fun
Curl the boy up like a bun
Gang on my side, and I will not lose
She said that she love me, but I don't love you
She broke my heart into two
Every day is something new
They didn't think I would go this far
Feel too high like I am on Mars
Do you wanna go with me to the stars
(Catch me on the east side, baby, don't hate me)
(Still serving to the fiends like it was the 80s)
(Don't have my line if you talking too crazy)
(The money coming in, so I don't care about you, baby)
She wanna hang with the gang
She wanna hang for the fame
That boy better stay in his lane
Making these hits for the gang
Making these shots go for a hundred
She wanna hang with the gang, it ain't none
She wanna do it for fun
Curl the boy up like a bun
