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letra de westside - dmxn

westside lyrics
[intro]
yeah

[chorus]
i remember all them days on west side
trapping out the front of my crib for the best life
aye, remember getting stained in the chest like
momma ain’t gon know ima do it get the check right
aye now im making all the change yea i got it
helping out my momma cop a range yea i bought it
yea getting all the checks yea i’m on it
looking at yo wrist cus there ain’t no diamonds on it
(godd-mn)
yea i do i for my fam
count up all my money and put it on the gram
(on the gram)
yea im doing what i can
make my brothas rich and ill do that sh-t again
(sh-t again)
lil b-tch he ain’t my friend
telling on the gang u gon lose a f-cking limb
(f-cking limb)
yea im counting up my bands
do it for my brothas who be locked up in the pen
(in the pen)
[verse]
nowadays not the same
everybody switched now they talking bout my name
ion got time so i smoke away the pain
and my momma need the bills so i help my momma pay
on the real
tell me you know how i feel
i drown away the pain so i take another pill
yea i look into her face i know she don’t love me still
and i know the b-tches hating just want to me to f-cking fail
yuh for real
nah but ion wanna deal
yea i did this on my own ion need n0body else
yea you talk behind my back and then wanna f-cking help
yea you lying to my face and then you wanna f-cking chill
yuh for real
b-tches f-cking for the clout
pull up to the crib and kick them b-tches out
diamonds dancing on my wrist now they dancing in my mouth
tryna pull up to the stu get the f-ck up out my house
said i don’t really wanna feel the pain no more
yea i don’t really wanna feel the pain no more
told my momma she ain’t gonna feel no pain no more
all the times that they said i wouldn’t make it this far
yea i do it for my own
yea i do it for my own
why you talking all that sh-t now you wanna be my bro
now b-tches wanna f-ck they be hitting up my phone
said ion need no friends cus ive always been alone
[chorus]
i remember all them days on west side
trapping out the front of my crib for the best life
aye, remember getting stained in the chest like
momma ain’t gon know ima do it get the check right
aye now im making all the change yea i got it
helping out my momma cop a range yea i bought it
yea getting all the checks yea im on it
looking at yo wrist cus there ain’t no diamonds on it
(godd-mn)
yea i do i for my fam
count up all my money and put it on the gram
(on the gram)
yea im doing what i can
make my brothas rich and ill do that sh-t again
(sh-t again)
lil b-tch he ain’t my friend
telling on the gang u gon lose a f-ckin limb
(f-cking limb)
yea im counting up my bands
do it for my brothas who be locked up in the pen
(in the pen)

- dmxn

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