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WESTSIDE BOOGIE - LVRN Cypher - Spotify Singles (feat. BRS Kash, OMB Bloodbath & NoonieVsEverybody) şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: WESTSIDE BOOGIE

albüm: Spotify Singles


I've been searchin' for somethin' that's real
(This sound like a Rhondo beat)
Ayy, hol' up, plot twist
Niggas stuntin' on the 'Gram but they ain't got shit
Beast mode, cheat code, no locksmith
Stay up in the hood, whole mouth like hot chips
Pop ceiling, nigga, that's what I'm best at
And I got- that'll knock a nigga chest back
I'm a don, you a pawn in a chess match
You like to save hoes, got a S where his chest at
I kill beats, nigga, this a death match
Big Street, had a- where my desk at
Bet that, nigga, show me where the thread at
Love Renaissance, I'ma show you where the bеst at
I'm a vet', put respect on my pеnmanship
They gon' diss, we gon'- on some different shit
When we hit this shit while we spinnin' shit
It confuse 'em like back with the six and shit
When we hoppin' out
Know we rockin', just poppin' like bottle tops
And I got some top in drop from a model thot
And I ride with a- but it's not a problem
They say the block is hot, feelin' like Weezy baby
They out here slept on me, really, I needed that
I don't believe in that, spark from a narcoleptic
And I ride for the Ward and my sword is heavy
And I'm gettin' more paper than Nas on Belly
Ain't room for you niggas, y'all lost already
I know you upset, I know I'm the best
But shit, I prefer for your guard to tell me
When they see us, they panickin'
Diamonds look like the glacier Titanic hit
Niggas talkin' all reckless, we- him
I'm exhausted, this drippin' is famishin'
I'm on my bread and my cheese like a sandwich
And I put Marshall's on like a mannequin
You wanna be with a P but I'm stuck in the street
But I told her I do money management, bitch say I'm scandalous
I've been searchin' for somethin' that's real
Ayy, look, uh
I go splash out like Michael and crash out like Trae
Fuck a lame, don't know what he on, we on that shit today
I come from poverty, she wanna ride on me
Hollow tips prolly go through where he stay
Growin' up, niggas be ruthless, they don't give a fuck
They'll shoot the gun right where you play
Come out the house, you see Rob and Duke
And Monty and Meech posted up where you lay
.40 is functional, dawg, know he wanted a coupe
That shit still mess with me to this day
Hey, what you say? He play blind just like Ray
I'm on a mission, they play me like crazy
I'll beat your ass, just like Dre, yeah, look, hm
Ain't nothin' like me, they hate me, I'm Noonie
My bro locked up, told me to pursue it
These .45 bullets'll tear up a bully
He prolly hate and he fake
And he said he just frontin' on me, nigga know that he couldn't
Roll up a blunt and I face it
This a Lightyear, get quiet, take off like Woody
Nigga, I keep it in my hoodie

I've been searchin' for somethin' that's real
Yeah, these niggas bitches, these niggas hoes
I play with the pussy, don't play with my nose
I got 'em, who cop 'em? Keep watchin' my shows
These niggas be peasants and jackin' for clothes
I gotta watch how I move, huh
Can't slip on banana, got grip on my shoes
I run with the winners so how could I lose?
My partner got killed, left my heart with a bruise
I cannot wait on no nigga
I'm chasin' this paper, I need like eight figures
My neck is on water, could cry you a river
The Rollie two-toned, yeah, it's gold and it's silver
I got no time to be patient
I'm stackin' white faces, how could I be racist?
I like me a foreign, her body built basic
I'm hot, I'm on fire, I'm burnin', I'm blazin', Kash
I've been searchin' for somethin' that's real
Yo, woah
Niggas is broke tryna put it together
I know that shit breakin' you up
Uh, had to alter my thoughts and go marry that money
'Cause that shit get dated as fuck
Maybe I just wanna fuck, or maybe I'm over the sluts
Or maybe I just be a player
Maybe that's somethin' I talk about later
The mind of a nigga got so many layers
Know I had weight when she noticed me, uh
Nah, knew I had weight when a homie had picked up a bitch
Off the strength of him knowin' me, uh
Knew I had weight in this bitch when I broke through the grip
Of that hand that was holdin' me, woah
Like look at the ratchet I grown to be, uh
I look at my ex, I don't wish her no peace
Pray that bitch ain't gon' ever get over me, hopefully, woah
I've been searchin' for somethin' that's real (WESTSIDE, stop playin' with me!)
Yo, woah, woah, uh
I got the homegirl back, uh
She let me hold five racks, woah
I got the dough right back, uh
She love to hold my strap, woah
You be takin' off-guard pics in the clubs
You ain't even got no hoes like that, uh
I should prolly talk more shit
When I do, I don't even gotta say, "No cap," ah, shit
We out with the tug and she hate when I touch it
We out in the public
Tell me that pussy is out of my budget
But countin' my pockets is counter-productive
Keep hearin' screamin', the sound of my stomach
Tell her, "Be quiet, you shoutin' for nothin'
'Less you can tell me what's louder than money"
She let me hit once then she got with the funnies
Like run me my money
I've been searchin' for somethin' that's real
Can't do it quite like this, you like this
That's why I just tell 'em I'm passionate
These rap niggas ain't mad enough
R&B niggas ain't sad enough
I'm equipped with a gift, when I speak, I heal
Above it 'cause I love it and it pays my bills
Damn, I got a beautiful mind
Can't parlay with niggas misusin' they time
I done creeped in so smooth, trimmed up a bar, ProTools
You could see the glow, no jewels
Stick to your bone, soul food
E-A nigga up in Nobu chillin'
Who the last one that you seen with a flow like this?
So cold, woke up and chose violence
Speak down on 'em, it's best you chose silence
Abolish the prize and acknowledge the honest, I promise
I've been searchin' for somethin' that's real (I promise, yeah, I promise, yeah, check)
My bounce back is real Doja-like
But real, real black like Dolemite
Look, I told 'em once, I told 'em twice
Ignore my words, you know the price
My shoulders froze, they cold as ice
I'm goin' ghost, poltergeist, feelin' cornered, poke the knife
The Holy Ghost, he goes to cry
Keke, I'm sorry to this man, I do not know that man
Bright nigga, we in dark times
Feel split like apartheid, wrapped up like I'm part-tie
When this shit fall apart, I Tie lands like I'm part-Thai
You know I do this for my cuz', no cap
Do it for my Bloods like slatt, do it for my Gs like a stack
What's talent when you still untapped?
Lost in the wild, no map, no map, no map

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