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letra de northside westcoast - northmane

north side, west coast, northwest wit a mof-ckin boss x2

north side do or die b-tch you know i never lie
we the reason why ya mama had to tell ya stay inside
thank god and the nine and i’m finna take ya life
you can always run away but you can never f-ckin hide

north side, west coast, northwest wit a mof-ckin boss x2

lil b-tch buss down on some filthy sh-t
pour 4 inside the fanta that’s a filthy mix
and i don’t really wanna talk cus i’m busy b-tch
i’m stickin to that [?] cus i’m really strict
i be all about that chicken and my digits i be winnin
while you simpin in yo feelings cus you worried bout a b-tch
i ain’t trippin bout opinions homie i ain’t finna listen
you can keep it to yourself cus i ain’t worry bout that sh-t
i ain’t shakin no tequila, b-tch i’m sipping on juice
drop dead as a zoo, and i let ‘em all loose
from seattle to tacoma ima put on the crew
i ain’t doin no truce, homie we ain’t finna lose
everybody in the gang is family, talkin on em you can turn into a tragedy
and i don’t care about any b-tch and i say that honestly honesty is how you tell a b-tch from a wannabe

north side do or die b-tch you know i never lie
we the reason yo momma had to tell you stay inside
thank god and the nine and we finna take yo life you can always run away but you can never f-ckin hide
north side, west coast, northwest wit a mof-ckin boss x2

i ain’t know bout a rapper, f-ck i look like wit a diss track
blow ya b-tch back, talkin down you getting b-tch slapped
big facts, yea you suck at play i don’t get that
tell ya b-tch to hit me up cus boy i’m finna hit that
253 north side born and raised getting paid, never play dd always makin waves
you ain’t buss at any [?]
tell me why the f-ck you cappin, deeter in the booth might as well cus y’all be yackin
i got money i got product i just hit the f-cking bank
i be smoking on that dank i got propane like i be hank
i got a body like a tank tell me what’s yo f-ckin rank
i don’t really wanna hit it if that p-ssy smellin stank
tell my homie f-ck a swisha put that a inside a wood
say you comin to my section of the woods, b-tch i wish you would
never fold on brotherhood; the only ones who know me
all my brothers screaming motherf-ck the police

north side, west coast, northwest wit a mof-ckin boss x4

- northmane

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