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letra de westsider - liveraw gbt

[verse 1: jackpot]

gold magnums, gold cars and gold condoms
i’m in a gold hotel with a gold model
man what the h-ll jackpot, you be fooling
how come when yo car stop, yo rims still be moving
that’s cuz i’m paid b-tch, cooler than a shade b-tch
buss up in yo girl house, just like it’s a raid b-tch
i’m a savage, i’m a animal
and guess what, they just let me out my cage b-tch
cute since the first grade b-tch
if it’s 3 hoes, best believe one of em’ is a grenade b-tch
you sill ass rabbit, h-ll naw you can’t have it
balling in orlando without no magic
no david copperfield, i’m hard like copper still
if you had my girl number, probably could cop her still
you phony ass bullsh-tting c-cksucker
she just want a big ticket, b-tch, blockbustеr
[hook: jackpot]

i’m a westsider, 4-1 rider
b-tch i’m from dеtroit like a muf-ckin’ tiger
i’m a westsider, 4-1 rider
b-tch i’m from detroit like a muf-ckin’ tiger
i’m a westsider, 4-1 rider
b-tch i’m from detroit like a muf-ckin’ tiger

[verse 2: detroit l-o]

i can treat myself to beni’s, but yo girl ain’t believe me
rubbing on ciroc bottles, like i’m waiting on a genie
never been locked up, never seen a juvie
cuz i gotta try and keep it g like a kid movie
she look forward to me coming, s-x man, she be loving
her mans came, now i’m through the window like bruh man
chilling while the radio provide me with the sade
turn the volume up and then i smashed her to some sade
she let me hit it my way, boss in the sheets
everybody want me on a track, boss on these beats
and i love my money, like a love a loyal girl
who always tryna get a nut off, but she call l-o a squirrel
but she get around anyway, all my bros sharing her
yo girl never spread her legs for you like south park characters
on some freaky sh-t and now she calling me a perve
but she really wanna smash, cuz she know what she done heard
[hook: jackpot]

i’m a westsider, 4-1 rider
b-tch i’m from detroit like a muf-ckin’ tiger
i’m a westsider, 4-1 rider
b-tch i’m from detroit like a muf-ckin’ tiger
i’m a westsider, 4-1 rider
b-tch i’m from detroit like a muf-ckin’ tiger

[verse 3: ishaan the rit god]

money stand tall like the hollywood hills
ice on freeze, gave my neck the chills
my girl look hot, bay stop melting me
death come in 3’s, kyle korver specialty
f-ck yo girl twice, b-tch i got her back cracking
hot like charizard, flame breathing dragon
welcome to our house, we the home team
all my groupies call me, the my cell phone team
god must’ve whipped me up in a pot
and my charms rock like when the ice cubes drop
bullets got bald heads, al harrington
pockets full of tight ends, shawn marion
b-tches know i’m coming, they steady nail polishing
balling like i got my own show, flex washington
liveraw die raw, gold bottle team
hoes taking phone pictures, having model dreams

- liveraw gbt

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