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letra de westside 4 fingaz - yg

[intro]

[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 b-tch ain’t f-cking, i kick her off my team like odom
yeah i’m popping like script soda
pay for 711 when i’m rolling up
motherf-ck being sober
i’m so high i’m at the solar
i got bars like granolas
my pretty b-tch is bi polar
her att-tude stank like it got an odor, so “f-ck you, pay me b-tch” that’s what i told her
so much paper i need a folder
i’m the definition of vulgar
drug, 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 n-gga i go harder
send a parrot hood in town, i could preach your order
n-gga copying the flow, (yep x2) kinda soda
they just trying to be like a n-gga from california
f-ck with me b-tch, i rep california
i beat that p-ssy up till’ that p-ssy out of order
pushaz ink is my label, they’re my n-ggas, that’s my company
this ain’t no “sissy role”, no “lollipop” sh-t my n-gga sucka-free
best believe she packed with a whole lotta -ss, if she f-ck with me
i’m charging 7 thousand 5 hundred for a verse, pay me n-gga 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 n-gga?
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 b-tch smoking ganja
pull up in a tonka (skiiiirt)
lil’ n-gga big pockets (uh)
lil’ n-gga be quiet (shut up)
i’m riding round bumping my sh-t (ay)
me and jeezy we poppin’
just 2 young n-ggas on some fly sh-t (uh)
first it was otiz
and now these n-ggas 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 n-ggas swear
what’s a [?] to a bear
we givin n-gguhs careers
i do this here for my peers
2012 is our year
i’m k!lling sh-t, i should have so many tattoo tears
i’m higher than a lear, i’m higher than lear
my n-gguh please
yee, we counting g’s so stay yo’ -ss 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

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