YG - Westside 4Fingaz (Lyrics - Paroles)
YG - Westside 4Fingaz (Lyrics - Paroles)
[Hook]
West side 4 fingaz, hoes feening I don’t want them
We got weed, bring the swishers so
Break them down and roll em hoes
[Verse 1: YG]
I told them “break them down yeah roll em”
These hoes ain’t ours we stole them
If the bitch ain’t fucking, I kick her off my team like Odom
Yeah I’m popping like script soda
Pay for 711 when I’m rolling up
Motherfuck being sober
I’m So high I’m at the solar
I got bars like granolas
My pretty bitch is bi polar
Her attitude stank like it got an odor, so “fuck you, pay me bitch” that’s What I told her
So much paper I need a folder
I’m the definition of [?]
[?], yeah I sold them
My nuts, when I walk I hold them
Got more plugs than a tub when you tryna set the water
09′ summer I was listening to The Carter
Crack Cocaine, yeah nigga I go harder
Send a parrot hood in town, I could preach your order
Nigga copying the flow, (yep x2) kinda soda
They just trying to be like a nigga from California
Fuck with me bitch, I rep California
I beat that pussy up till’ that pussy out of order
This ain’t no “sissy role”, no “Lollipop” shit my nigga sucka-free
Best believe she packed with a Whole lotta ass, if she fuck with me
I’m charging 7 thousand 5 hundred for a verse, pay me nigga ain’t nothing free
[Hook]
West side 4 fingaz, hoes feening I don’t want them
We got weed, bring the swishers so
Break them down and roll em’ hoes
[Verse 2: Reem Riches]
Oooo
Jeezy, what up nigga?
Rich, look
It’s westside 4 fingaz
2 twisted in the middle
We out here getting money, haters look what ya’ll invented
Pusha Inc., Mobster
Bad bitch smoking ganja
Pull up in a Tonka (skiiiirt)
Lil’ nigga big pockets (uh)
Lil’ nigga be quiet (shut up)
I’m riding round bumping my shit (ay)
Me and Jeezy we poppin’
Just 2 young niggas on some Fly shit (uh)
First it was Otiz
And now these niggas notice
That’s my big bro and he’s coaching, yeah
And you more like a side line spokes man, yeah
And you ain’t really popping in your city, you’s a square
These niggas swear
What’s a [?] to a bear
We givin nigguhs careers
I do this here for my peers
2012 is our year
I’m killing shit, I should have so many tattoo tears
I’m higher than a lear, I’m higher than lear
My Nigguh please
Yee, we counting G’s so stay yo’ ass home and listen 400 degrees!
[Hook]
West side 4 fingaz, hoes feening I don’t want them
We got weed, bring the swishers so
Break them down and roll em’ hoes
West side 4 fingaz, hoes feening I don’t want them
We got weed, bring the swishers so
Break them down and roll em hoes
[Verse 1: YG]
I told them “break them down yeah roll em”
These hoes ain’t ours we stole them
If the bitch ain’t fucking, I kick her off my team like Odom
Yeah I’m popping like script soda
Pay for 711 when I’m rolling up
Motherfuck being sober
I’m So high I’m at the solar
I got bars like granolas
My pretty bitch is bi polar
Her attitude stank like it got an odor, so “fuck you, pay me bitch” that’s What I told her
So much paper I need a folder
I’m the definition of [?]
[?], yeah I sold them
My nuts, when I walk I hold them
Got more plugs than a tub when you tryna set the water
09′ summer I was listening to The Carter
Crack Cocaine, yeah nigga I go harder
Send a parrot hood in town, I could preach your order
Nigga copying the flow, (yep x2) kinda soda
They just trying to be like a nigga from California
Fuck with me bitch, I rep California
I beat that pussy up till’ that pussy out of order
This ain’t no “sissy role”, no “Lollipop” shit my nigga sucka-free
Best believe she packed with a Whole lotta ass, if she fuck with me
I’m charging 7 thousand 5 hundred for a verse, pay me nigga ain’t nothing free
[Hook]
West side 4 fingaz, hoes feening I don’t want them
We got weed, bring the swishers so
Break them down and roll em’ hoes
[Verse 2: Reem Riches]
Oooo
Jeezy, what up nigga?
Rich, look
It’s westside 4 fingaz
2 twisted in the middle
We out here getting money, haters look what ya’ll invented
Pusha Inc., Mobster
Bad bitch smoking ganja
Pull up in a Tonka (skiiiirt)
Lil’ nigga big pockets (uh)
Lil’ nigga be quiet (shut up)
I’m riding round bumping my shit (ay)
Me and Jeezy we poppin’
Just 2 young niggas on some Fly shit (uh)
First it was Otiz
And now these niggas notice
That’s my big bro and he’s coaching, yeah
And you more like a side line spokes man, yeah
And you ain’t really popping in your city, you’s a square
These niggas swear
What’s a [?] to a bear
We givin nigguhs careers
I do this here for my peers
2012 is our year
I’m killing shit, I should have so many tattoo tears
I’m higher than a lear, I’m higher than lear
My Nigguh please
Yee, we counting G’s so stay yo’ ass home and listen 400 degrees!
[Hook]
West side 4 fingaz, hoes feening I don’t want them
We got weed, bring the swishers so
Break them down and roll em’ hoes
YG
- Titre: Westside 4Fingaz
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