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Eastside
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vonni
Vonni
Performer
Kalan.FrFr
Kalan.FrFr
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Min
Brandon Min
Songwriter
Kalan Montgomery
Kalan Montgomery
Songwriter
Giovanni Lombardi
Giovanni Lombardi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandon Min
Brandon Min
Producer
Ashley "Priority Beats" Peck
Ashley "Priority Beats" Peck
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Germán Valdés
Germán Valdés
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Eastside shawty with a attitude So drop a pin, girl, I'm tryna find your latitude Daddy money, yeah, she get it when allowance due She just wanna wild out, cop a gram or two I think it's funny, for the thrill, throwin' bands is cool All that money, big house, but the plans fell through She just wanna take a ride on the Southside On the way, I'ma hit you when I'm outside She gon' drop a dime for a good time Maybe not a long time She want me to take her on a tour of the Southside Nothin' wrong with wylin' out for the one time Yeah, lookin' for the thrill, and she know it's me, yeah, yeah Close to me, nah, nah, she can't get Slidin' to my ends, they love to tell me that I'm famous City on my shoulders, this a feeling he can't never get Different from my ex Man, she don't gotta measure it, I know, yeah Yeah, you ain't gotta say shit Let me pick your brain, baby, get up in this spaceship Feel like you in space with me, I know you could take it Pour up that D'Ussé, live a little, she a Eastside shawty with a attitude So drop a pin, girl, I'm tryna find your latitude Daddy money, yeah, she get it when allowance due She just wanna wild out, cop a gram or two I think it's funny, for the thrill, throwin' bands is cool All that money, big house, but the plans fell through She just wanna take a ride on the Southside On the way, I'ma hit you when I'm outside Yeah, ooh, she got a attitude That's why bitch is mad at you Let me throw these racks on you (yeah) Let me blow her back on you Maybach lights is neon Sunroof back, her feet up to the stars She thinks she's xeno (yeah) Baby thought I was gon' be her nigga, told her, "Dream on" Yeah, I just wanna hit you up Pick you up, come hit them guts She know I'm him, I'm one of them, I'm really one of them ones Yeah, I pick you up, we hit the bank, I'll slide you some of them funds My life like GTA, for real, I stay with one of them guns (oh woah) She like my PDA, for real, come here, let me spit on your tongue With your lil' nasty ass With your lil' classy ass (yeah) With your lil' sassy ass (oh) With your lil' Birkin bag Yeah, girl, you know you my Eastside shawty with a attitude So drop a pin, girl, I'm tryna find your latitude Daddy money, yeah, she get it when allowance due She just wanna wild out, cop a gram or two I think it's funny, for the thrill, throwin' bands is cool All that money, big house, but the plans fell through She just wanna take a ride on the Southside On the way, I'ma hit you when I'm outside
Writer(s): Brandon Min, Giovanni Lombardi, Kalan Montgomery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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