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East Vs West
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42 Dugg
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(IllWill313) Ayy On everything, ayy Growin' on the East, I seen a lot of sh*t 'Member old girl? Even after that, I f**ked a lot of b*t*hes I miss you, bro R.I.P. to Scooter, I lost a lot of feelings (How you coming?) Z06, my n***a, that's without the ceiling (On my mama, ayy) My youngin doin' a hundred, that's without a picture (Free them boys, ayy) No family at all, b*t*h, we kill for a cost You get half off on the Xans, but ain't no deal on the dog Like Colin Kaepernick, ayy, b*t*h, just take a knee These n***as out here fastin', really hate to eat Probably catch me in traffic, n***a (With what?) A thirty-two and my savage with me (Some buffs) Sh*t, we came from the ground up I know it hurt you n***as when these b*t*hes hound us Ayy, I'll really blow this b*t*h if I don't sound tough And I ain't braggin', my n***a, I'm more than active, my n***a I really hit n***as' head, that ain't no cappin', my n***a We really came from the basement, we in the attic on n***as We come through swingin' them choppers and we ain't laughin' with n***as They was scared of O, we was blastin' at n***as Ayy, where the mask and the blender? A young scandalous n***a The feds swoopin' my n***as and it damaged a n***a Tend to get a n***a four like I'm gamblin' with it Your mans told on lil' bro, a whole panther came with it N***a, pistol in the party, the dancer came with it Give that b*t*h thirty-five hundred, a n***a cancel your Christmas Still play with white squares like I f**k in the dentist Still'll snatch you out your sh*t without askin' permission Trust me, I live it Seen it or did it, remember it vivid You been pu**y since middle school, I know you ain't with it So hot, Dugg, we shoot the video, they might come get us I up this MAC, it's quiet in the room like I'm takin' attendance A lot of residue from whippin', Mas', I'm takin' the dishes Been in love and fell out, sh*t, I had to forget it Two hundred thousand in the couch, sh*t, I'm still from the trenches My n***as fightin' for they life, I pray it's fourth and some inches Prosecutors playin' goalline D I'm in it for the money, let my hoes find beef For all my bros I don't see, hope y'all make it out I thought that they was hatin' then, sh*t, they hatin' now Sh*t so crazy in the 10, came from f**kin' with the twins N***as killed my lil' mans, couldn't even say the route She like, "Dugg, give me the apartment," you can take the house Came from sippin' on a rose, now we Ace-in' now N***as tellin' on my bros, yeah, them statements out Might not never see my n***a, but I'm wishin' Take me back to 2010, sh*t was different R.I.P. my n***a Soda, yeah, I miss him Grew up on the Westside, seen a lot of sh*t Quick to up my pistol, hit a lot of licks, yeah A n***a said our name and we was poppin' sh*t Even to this day, we still droppin' sh*t Know you n***as pu**y, we the opposite Hit him from the corner, Stojaković The spot so damn hot, I wanna hide the b*t*h Took a lot of risks to get an icy wrist Your b*t*h get in the way and we'll murk the b*t*h So many B's in the crib, we need the curtains fixed Your mans out of state, man, they cursive quick Two straps on me, I'm Urkel, b*t*h I'm tryna stack it up like that Oprah b*t*h Money
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