Reem Riches - Westside 4 Fingaz lyrics

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Reem Riches - Westside 4 Fingaz lyrics

[Intro] [Hook] West side 4 fingaz, hoes feening I don't want them We got weed, bring the swishers so Break them down and roll em hoes [Verse 1: YG] I told them "break them down yeah roll em" These hoes ain't ours we stole them If the b**h ain't f**ing, I kick her off my team like Odom Yeah I'm popping like script soda Pay for 711 when I'm rolling up Motherf** being sober I'm So high I'm at the solar I got bars like granolas My pretty b**h is bi polar Her attitude stank like it got an odor, so "f** you, pay me b**h" that's What I told her So much paper I need a folder I'm the definition of vulgar Drug, yeah I sold them My nuts, when I walk I hold them Got more plugs than a tub when you tryna set the water 09' summer I was listening to The Carter Crack Cocaine, yeah n***a I go harder Send a parrot hood in town, I could preach your order n***a copying the flow, (yep x2) kinda soda They just trying to be like a n***a from California f** with me b**h, I rep California I beat that p**y up till' that p**y out of order Pushaz Ink is my label, they're my n***as, that's my company This ain't no "sissy role", no "Lollipop" sh** my n***a s**a-free Best believe she packed with a Whole lotta a**, if she f** with me I'm charging 7 thousand 5 hundred for a verse, pay me n***a ain't nothing free [Hook] West side 4 fingaz, hoes feening I don't want them We got weed, bring the swishers so Break them down and roll em' hoes [Verse 2: Reem Riches] Oooo Jeezy, what up n***a? Rich, look It's westside 4 fingaz 2 twisted in the middle We out here getting money, haters look what ya'll invented Pusha Inc., Mobster Bad b**h smoking ganja Pull up in a Tonka (skiiiirt) Lil' n***a big pockets (uh) Lil' n***a be quiet (shut up) I'm riding round bumping my sh** (ay) Me and Jeezy we poppin' Just 2 young n***as on some Fly sh** (uh) First it was Otiz And now these n***as notice That's my big bro and he's coaching, yeah And you more like a side line spokes man, yeah And you ain't really popping in your city, you's a square These n***as swear What's a [?] to a bear We givin n**uhs careers I do this here for my peers 2012 is our year I'm k**ing sh**, I should have so many tattoo tears I'm higher than a lear, I'm higher than lear My n**uh please Yee, we counting G's so stay yo' a** home and listen 400 degrees! [Hook] West side 4 fingaz, hoes feening I don't want them We got weed, bring the swishers so Break them down and roll em' hoes