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Yeah I done seen some shit I thought I speak on it Thought bout running off on the plug I had to sleep on it Still screaming fuck all the niggas who crossed the street on me Nigga in my city aint no such thing as a big homie All we know is kill any nigga that try to shit on us Seen a nigga bitch in my city and put that dick on her Nigga tried to ride through my city they put that stick on him If we don't get him now then we gone sit on him Welcome to the Eastside better yet welcome to the two Don't be asking who df is he shit who df is you All he know is trap or die and all his brother know is shoot Still can't work no nine to five I'm tryna get it out the booth Trap im tryna get it out the U and long live weez I'm thinking look how time flew If niggas ride together how niggas gone slide through How tryna show you how to be a hunnid times two Yea nigga long live Mal real top shotta Long live hatch first nigga in the hood with a million dollars Yea long live Jamaica long live vontae free gwalla Free gutta nigga yea they need to let Wayne Touchdown one time just to see how dis shit Changed up in the hood You know aint gotta FaceTime my nigga nomore Long live county line goon real heart of the two See this that mind of a maniac Man in my city but I aint made it yet Down by 24 in the fourth where tom Brady at I aint made it home my momma wonder where her baby at Will crack a nigga like I brought the 80s back You sell a pound and think you trapping but thats baby pack I had the face in my city the plug gave me that It only too a day or two before I made it back Hottest ova east the trap made me dat Yea TRAP
Writer(s): Shurman Reid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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