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WESTSIDE BOOGIE
WESTSIDE BOOGIE
Stimme und Gesang
DRAM
DRAM
Stimme und Gesang
Caryn Wright
Caryn Wright
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Kayla Bryant
Kayla Bryant
Zusätzlicher Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
A. Dixson
A. Dixson
Songwriter:in
Keyel Walker
Keyel Walker
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Keyel
Keyel
Produzent:in
Darttny Ellis
Darttny Ellis
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mischtechniker:in
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
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I ain't kickin' with no bitches for the rest of the motherfuckin' week (I-I, I like trickin' on hoes that bring me more hoes that act right) a'ight (I-I like trickin' on hoes that bring me more hoes that act right) Shit, a'ight (a'ight) I had to fall way before I got it right (got it) Mmm, shit, a'ight (a'ight) I took a L the other day, that shit was light (ooh, ooh, ooh), fuck Just lost a brodie in a dice game (don't cry about it) Don't worry 'bout it, shit is life, mayne (don't cry about it) Nigga, don't you leave, that's on God, give me time, mayne Got this little cheese and I'ma pick her for my side thang Know that I've been, uh, big steppin' bBig steppin') Steppin', learned my lesson if the, uh, club pressin' Steppin' with my weapon (stеppin' with my weapon) You got way too many minute, minute me section, oh, man, shit Know this bitch ain't hit me, I keep checkin', I say How you love me, you only hit me once a month, uh? (How the fuck you say you love me, ho?) You keep me grounded, I've been wit it from the jump, uh (Wit' it from the jump, uh) A chart of bumps, I got bodies in the trunk All the legends I know made it out of slumb (ooh, ooh) Had to tell 'em like, uh (ooh, ooh) Shit, a'ight (a'ight) I had to fall way before I got it right (got it) Mmm, shit, a'ight (a'ight) I took a L the other day, that shit was light (ooh, ooh, ooh), fuck These niggas ain't nothin', niggas be bluffin' (a'ight) Niggas ain't tough, they just high as hell These bitches be frontin', never got money (a'ight) Know you ain't fine, you just high as hell These niggas ain't nothin', they be on fuck shit (a'ight) Part time hustlas, busters Shit, rob a nigga by my lonesome You ain't really from the hood until you smoke somethin' In my bity, I'm that niggy I was broke, 'cause it was picky Let the bitches have the Fendi Rock Balencies with the Dickies, uh, hoe She spilled her heart and I treat her, like so (she spilled her heart) I called my hoe, she can bring me more hoes (I called my hoe) Don't be sloppy when you lit, bitch (don't be sloppy) Drop a ash and you get kicked up out this whip, sis I've been on my crib, shit, 'cause errbody dusty Might just have to throw the fit away if anybody touch me Had to get up in my duffy Shit, a'ight (a'ight) I had to fall way before I got it right (got it) Mmm, shit, a'ight (a'ight) I took a L the other day, that shit was light (ooh, ooh, ooh), fuck These niggas ain't nothin, niggas be bluffin' (a'ight) Niggas ain't tough, they just high as hell And these bitches be frontin', never got money (a'ight) Know you ain't fine, you just high as hell These niggas ain't nothin', they be on fuck shit (a'ight) Part time hustlas, busters (I-I, like trickin' on hoes that bring me more hoes that act right)
Writer(s): Shelley Marshaun Massenburg-smith, Keyel Deaunta Walker, Anthony Tremaine Dixson, Najee Malcolm Travis, Darius Scott Dixson, Darttny Charles Ellis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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