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Run It Up featuring Domination j

so much om my mind this the way to let go.. doont look @ jud hesr me

They Lie

Doublesidedmirrors(aka)reflected glass

Silentdescription

conflictions

The promise of a rythmatic heart

IF A PILL COULD TALK prod soek

8. Reek Osama & Wino Willy - Grand Opening (Remix)

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(You know niggas really think the west, ain't the west no more, all this pop shit, aight
Well I'ma take it back, you know, three decades, before I was born
I don't know, no such a nigga, aye, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Backseat boss, I don't flex, I just slide
Ghost folks been slow while I'm lettin' it ride
Country still talk, but I don't do replies
Money over gossip, that's the code I abide
Big homie in the club, real quiet, real mean
Low fake clean, west coast supreme
So pour a little out for the ones in the ground
But tonight we celebrate with that bassline pound
I don't dance, I post
Let the chain do the swing, your whole room froze
When they saw what I'm bringing, OG moves
Every game, no gimmick, every line like hydraulics
Authentic liquor in the glass
Kush cloud in the whip
On the top to shake hands, then double my grip
From our beach streets where the slowly don't bend
We start nothin' fake and we don't pretend

[Chorus]
I came to the party, ain't no need to fight
Roll that up, we gon' ride all night
Ladies look good, homies feelin' right
West coast love, it's a Saturday night
Drink and smoke and everything's all good
Low-low switchin' through the neighborhood
Sun go down, but the funk stay up
Make thots up, baby pour that cup

I came to the party, ain't no need to fight
Roll that up, we gon' ride all night
Ladies look good, homies feelin' right
West coast love, it's a Saturday night
Drink and smoke and everything's all good
Low-low switchin' through the neighborhood
Sun go down, but the funk stay up
Make thots up, baby pour that cup

[Verse 2]
Steppin' out calm, but my oldest ain't boss
Had to pay dues, learned the game, took a loss
Now the champagne flows, and the whip too glossy
Eyes on the snakes, yeah, they still move softly
I'm the blueprint, baby, real G on wax
Spit code in my verses, let the hustlers react
Ain't no act of this shit, I got grit and truth
Earn every strike from the block to the booth
I'm a rookie, but the reps stay heavy
Duck prone, ready, look at the scene, get petty
I ain't trippin' though, we came to toast
G's in the back yellin', turn up the most
Still laced up proper, attitude raw
But I showed up first, that's the code I saw
Trey Detone, Long Beach-type crown
Keep the funk on deck, that's how we get down

[Chorus]
I came to the party, ain't no need to fight
Blow that up, we gon' ride all night
Ladies look good, homies feelin' right
West coast love, it's a Saturday night
Drink and smoke and everything's all good
Low, low, switchin' through the neighborhood
Some go down, but the funk stay up
Make thots up, baby, pour that cup

I came to the party, ain't no need to fight
Blow that up, we gon' ride all night
Ladies look good, homies feelin' right
West coast love, it's a Saturday night
Drink and smoke and everything's all good
Low, low, switchin' through the neighborhood
Some go down, but the funk stay up
Make thots up, baby, pour that cup

[Outro]
(Best Coast)

Silentdescription

August 9th (A9)

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