Westbrook

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Made her orgasm, now she coming
 I just want a plug who got cheap numbers
 Riding in a Vette, doing donuts like Dunkin's
 Riding in a Ghost, my car got summoned
 Underarm kush, smell musty like a onion
 Nigga, I'ma shark, these niggas be guppies
 I'ma drop the price for all my buddies
 All the plays got my pockets real chubby
 I was in school, had weed in my cubby
 Ride round the city jug car in the cutty
 Exotic bags coming by the God damn dozen
 Polluting my soul, my cup be muddy
 Hop out shooting, watch these niggas get to ducking
 And I got chips like motherfucking Ruffles
 Green from the Westbrook, nigga, no Russell
 Bae, you look good in them got damn tights
 You the type of bitch I'll fuck all night
 I'm the type of nigga that trap all night
 I'ma trap 'til I see daylight
 Shawty so bad, she the girl of my dreams
 Ticket so low met the plug of my dreams
 And I got online million dollar schemes
 Colorado Mountains, I be playing with skis
 Niggas ain't know about playin' with T
 Them swipe cards, diamonds swimmin' and cheese
 Running to the racks, nigga, I'm in the lead
 Rolling up pressure in a fronto leaf
 Swipe and let me get a iPhone X, please
 Then I'll resell for some of them, peep
 Then I go reinvest it in them P's
 Lil' mama interested in me
 Probably just interested in racks
 I'ma bend her over and hit her from the back
 I was broke as hell I was living in a shack
 NFL money, now a nigga got a sack
 These niggas lame, no Tierra, they wack
 Niggas, they be dirty, they'll shoot you in the back
 I'ma aim the FN at a nigga cap
 Re-up in these desert had to learn to use a map, yeah
 Fuck me good girl, you can get a purse
 Give me one second, let me eat this Perc'
 Lost three packs, but it could've been worse
 Bad country bitch and I think she a nurse
 Bad city bitch, she a real big flirt
 Twenty for a show, better know my worth
 Been through it all, you don't know my hurt
 Made her orgasm, now she coming
 I just want a plug who got cheap numbers
 Riding in a Vette, doing donuts like Dunkin's
 Riding in a Ghost, my car got summoned
 Underarm kush, smell musty like a onion
 Nigga, I'ma shark, these niggas be guppies
 I'ma drop the price for all my buddies
 All the plays got my pockets real chubby
 I was in school, had weed in my cubby
 Ride round the city jug car in the cutty
 Exotic bags coming by the God damn dozen
 Polluting my soul, my cup be muddy
 Hop out shooting, watch these niggas get to ducking
 And I got chips like motherfucking Ruffles
 Green from the Westbrook, nigga, no Russell
 Clean-ass nigga, my money be dirty
 And you know a nigga stay fresh like Doug E
 10K fit, hell nah, I ain't ducking
 I ain't going for it, lil' nigga, I'm bustin'
 Grew up in the hood, yeah, nigga had it rough it
 Overnight a car, yeah, nigga, I'ma rush ya
 I was broke as hell, I was riding in a bucket
 Now every bitch I come across fucking
 Red Roof Inn, I served three niggas
 Ran too fast and I had to take a picture
 Every year a nigga get more and more richer
 Eating real good, my bitches got thicker
 Had to get the penthouse over on brickell
 And I'm busting bails down at the la quinta
 Bought a S6 for my lil' sisters
 Love these cars, I'ma run it up quicker
 

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Duration
02:36
Key
8
Tempo
153 BPM

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