Traq Santana - Westwood lyrics

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Traq Santana - Westwood lyrics

{chorus} I gotta l size satty wit the kush Off henny and i wish a ni**a would (yeah , i wish a ni**a would) You courtside hatin on a player 23 makin paper outta wood (yeah, ain’t all understood) Let’s get it understood , had a crib session like tim westwood Remember days in the trap tryna be master cook Better crown me as king ni**a , have the rook {verse 1} It’s already written have a billy in a scenes We don’t gang-bang we a money-makin team Pour up, double cup , i ain’t talkin bout lean 3s up , run a muck , wit my brothers in my dreams sh*t ain’t never what them other ni**as think I’m the 3king, sh*t have a threesome Woulda been a movie but the blonde m one is cheating Froze heart , stab me i won’t start bleeding I post up , shaquille o’niel when i’m feasting Knew ni**as die since 5 cause i seen it Would do anything for that truck lamborghini Hoes settin ni**as up , i ain’t trustin em Easy Missin out tic , then we up the degrees Duffy rollin up raw , steady puffin the trees It’s 3t1 gotta grind for ya seat We all gon shine and we all gon eat x 2 Chillin wit who*es they divorced wit they pastor Blacker then a horse on a porsche money faster Takin in a course on the force of a astra hole in a magnum , childish distaster Smokin og ni**as speedin past nasa Tellin junkies that the floor is magma and laughin Pussy assassin , say she an actor lets put that in action Start a new swag ni**as watching and jackin wit instant reaction they mixed in the match splashed on her face that’s my kids first kiss Imma trapper bumbag business fit and ya mistress say that she miss my dick All black, bally on bouta take that risk Put the streets on wax , now the pigs want disks {chorus} I gotta l size satty wit the kush Off henny and i wish a ni**a would (yeah , i wish a ni**a would) You courtside hatin on a player 23 makin paper outta wood (yeah, ain’t all understood) Let’s get it understood , had a crib session like tim westwood Remember days in the trap tryna be master cook Better crown me as king ni**a , have the rook {verse 2} I’m from the 3rd , i know about struggle Zimbabwe the motherland king of the jungle Gettin this paper fu*k being subtle You ni**as too lippy my fist the rebu*tal Licking and dickin the kitty she crumbled Buyin then flippin my money it doubled Don’t like to wrestle you ready to rumble You ni**as too pussy to handle this trouble Wait did i stutter I know your plug and the drugs that he cutted placebo affect everytime you be stuntin Jayto you maggot you came to the city my ogs ain’t like you you ran back to brissy Don’t be telling ni**as who you be fu*kin They’ll come in contact sayin baby let’s rush him Big man don’t get in ya feelings d cousins I told her to swallow she just kept on su*kin Overtime, putin in work like a russian Time equal money so fu*k the discussion directin the action you ni**as are fruity fight over booty without any treasure you empty ya pockets to show her some pleasure i fu*ked in the toilet as soon as i met her I am intolerant if it ain’t cheddar General ni**a , should wear a beretta Smokin exotic i feel like et She got that booty i’m thinkin like jheeezz I ain’t cb but this sh*t be too breezy Lmk {chorus} I gotta l size satty wit the kush Off henny and i wish a ni**a would (yeah , i wish a ni**a would) You courtside hatin on a player fu*k ni**a makin paper outta wood (yeah, paper outta wood) Let’s get it understood , had a crib session like tim westwood Remember days in the trap tryna be master cook Better crown me as king ni**a , have the rook