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What A Year (EastMix)
(East side, wo!) I
like my women to be pure, no Juicy Couture Outfits down south, trips for raw I'm tryna get more I
hid the
pistol In the
store right under the
chips My outfit come with a
grip, in love with her lips Used to could hide the
work at her mother crib Things changes now I
don't even know where her mother live She don't call me Dave East, address me by my government Told me pay my taxes before you owe the
government Complexion mocha, inner section with smokers Face mean I
bet you nigga never approach her Told the
homie I
had to kill it for the
culture I
come to compliment not insult ya, I
can coach ya Give you the
play it's hard to give you a
day Couple hours blowing sour you know I'm not finna stay Them other niggas is cowards, I
promise they in the
way Couple dollars let's pick us a
[?] so we can play Now we getting massages, forgings and them garages I've been having ménages, princess cuts is flawless Just to sit the
truck you got to be gorgeous You bad without speaking ma you ain't got to be talking She's like a
faucet leaking all on my seats We get tired of the
city our weekends be on the
beach We creeping in and out the
sheets, she was in and out the
jep I
turn women out to freaks, I
was in her mouth this week I've got a
million mouths to feed, that's why I'm in and out these streets A
hundred bitches on my line, but I'm just in and out these beats Brought the
hammer everywhere 'cause we was in and out beef My little L.A. bitch had me eating In 'n Out for weeks First class to LaGuardia I'm right back to New York time A
lot of niggas renting their jewelry, but I
bought mine Mind the
of trap, you can't double back if you cross lines Them forty fives jam so this time I
only bought nines Niggas only respect homicide and chalk lines Talking 'bout the
coupe, I'm tryna Porsche mine I'm tryna hurt the
strip, them little baggies just to hurt the
tip Crack smoke my clothes before I
even learned to whip No handouts I
don't wan't it if I
ain't earning it Weed and pills I
was serving it, jumping out of suburban All ice like George Gervin, on flights I
lost service Your type be all nervous, the
Maybach got orange curtains And I'm just on my Birking, what you hearing in these verses the
same nigga in person Cuzzo doing the
stretch, he caught 8
of off 'caine purchase Niggas claim they the
hottest they music I
ain't heard it Guess it ain't worth it That shit you be doing just ain't working I
got a
different lawyer they came with the
same verdict And I
can get you broad day light, like Wayne Perry Potato on the
witnesses saying that they ain't heard it Only the
real recognize what I'm doing. From the
bottom, nowhere else but up, million dollar deal, did that. Need millions for all my niggas, gang. Fuck happened to D'Angelo this that shit, East Side, uh! New year, new money, new diamonds, no new niggas! hahah
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