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letra de on this side - brent faiyaz

[verse 1: a$ap ant]
uh, cash out
go to prada (what?), i need clothes
go to melrose for some hoes (newm)
i’m at la, at the grove (shh)
white air forces, i stay low
fabiano shirt underneath the coat (uh)
gotta stay fresh, r.i.p. bankroll (fresh)
lightskin shorty like keyshia cole (lightskin)
i love that b-tch (i love that b-tch), x and o
paycheck i see decimals
codeine taste like jello
might grow my hair like melo
neon lights, my car glow
back to the future like marty mcfly
i pour up a deuce ’cause i gotta stay high
i drive her whip, i touch her thighs
when i pull out my d-ck, don’t act surprised

[chorus: brent faiyaz & a$ap ant]
i don’t know what it is
is it me or how i live?
you’ll die to feel what it’s like to be here on this side
i don’t know what it is (she said she wanna go to, uh, jamaica)
is it me or how i live? (i told her, close her eyes, you be anywhere you wanna be)
you’ll die to feel what it’s like to be here on this side (you get what i’m sayin’?)
[verse 2: cruddy murda]
ayy, cruddy
been through some sh-t, got a h-ll of a story
bought me a watch, put me more in my glory
come to my spot, you can never record me
i’m tryna get it and better my people
trust, she don’t want more, ’cause they know i get even
i hate all the rumors, a n-gga been hearin’
i’m gettin’ this paper, them n-ggas pretendin’
i need a preach, a n-gga been sinnin’
i took some ls, but i’m usually winnin’
i poured a deuce of the wock’ and i added some quai’ (wok’, wok’)
and that’s just how a n-gga been sippin’ (dman)
i pulled out a hundred and showed her it’s me
she buy me a pint, i get on one knee
put chanel on her bag and rick on her feet
i lift up my arm, that’s a quarter on me

[chorus: brent faiyaz, cruddy murda & a$ap ant]
i don’t know what it is (we gon’ get this sh-t long as they print this sh-t, man)
is it me or how i live? (know what i’m sayin’? brick on my wrist)
you’ll die to feel what it’s like to be here on this side (long live the dead, man, free all the guys)
i don’t know what it is (r.i.p. a$ap yams, man, big sheets and funnel on deck)
is it me or how i live? (lost boys, a$ap sh-t, man, marino infantry sh-t, man, takin’ over, man, for the 2000s, n-gga)
you’ll die to feel what it’s like to be here on this side (you know the f-ck we comin’)
[bridge: brent faiyaz & cruddy murda]
don’t know what i got, but it’s hot (yeah, yeah)
maybe, it’s my style that drives ’em wild (drives ’em wild)
maybe it’s the dough or the clothes
but, baby, i don’t know, i don’t know (on my mother f-ckin’ flavor flav sh-t)
don’t know what i got, but it’s hot (five-hundred b-tches in the crib like ray j)
maybe, it’s my style that drives ’em wild (drives ’em wild)
maybe it’s the dough or the clothes (we still spendin’ them bands for og)
but, baby, i don’t know, i don’t know (yeah, yeah)

[chorus: brent faiyaz]
i don’t know, i don’t know what it is
is it me or how i live? (oh, woah)
you’ll die to feel what it’s like to be here on this side
i don’t know what it is
is it me or how i live? (yeah, yeah)
you’ll die to feel what it’s like to be here on this side

[outro: a$ap ant]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, spizz, man, pour that four up, let’s get high, my boy

- brent faiyaz

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