YG - Westside 4Fingaz ft Reem Riches & Rik lyrics

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Chorus: (x4)

Westside 4 fingers

Hoes fienin I don't want em'

We got weed, bring the swishers so

Break em down and roll them hoes

I told her break it down, we rollin

These hoes ain't ours, we're stole em'

if the bitch ain't fucking

Kick her off my team like Odom

Yeah, I'm popping like she got soda

Pray for a seven eleven, when I roll em uh

Mother fuck being sober, I'm so high i be

the solar

I got balls like a notice my pretty bitches bipolar

her atitude stank like it got an odor

so fuck you pay me bitch, what I

told her!

So much paper, I need a folder

I'm the definition of vulgar

My nuts wanna walk, I hold em'

Got more plugs in the tub when you try to

set the water, Sunmer 09' I was listening to the carter

Crack cocaine yeah nigga i go harder

sendin pounds outta town i can preach your order

Nigger cop no flow, yeah, yeah kinda soda

They just tryna be like a nigga from California

Fuck with me, bitch, I rep California

I beat that pussy up, till that pussy out of order!

Pusha ink is my label

And my niggas, that's my company

This ain't no tootsie roll, no lollipop shit

My niggers suck her free!

Best believe she bad with a whole lota ass and she fuck wit me

And she fuck with me

Im chargin seven thousand five hundred for a verse

Pay me nigger, ain't nothing free

Chorus: (x4)

Westside 4 fingers

Hoes fienin I don't want em'

We got weed, bring the swishers

Break them down and roll them hoes

It's Westside 4 fingers

Too twisted in the middle

We're outhere getting money, haters look what yall invented

Pusha ink, mobster

Bad bitch smoking ganja

Pull up in a tonka, lil nigga, big pockets

Lil nigga be quiet (shut up)

I ride around bumping my shit

Me and Jeezy we're popping, we're young niggas on some fly shit

First it was Odis, and now these niggas notice

That's my big bro and he coaching, yeah,

And you're more like a sidelines spokesman, yeah

And you're ain't really popping in your city, you's a square.

These niggas wierd whats a gaska to a bear

We giving niggers careers, I do this here for my peers

2012 is our year, I'm killing shit!

I should have so many tattoo tears

I'm higher than the layer, yeah I'm higher than the layer!

My nigga please, yeah, we're counting G,

so stay your ass home and listen 400 degrees, yeah!

Chorus: (x4)

Westside 4 fingers

Hoes fienin I don't want em'

We got weed, bring the swishers

Bring them down and roll them hoes

Thanks to Jordan for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Kimberly for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Lexi for correcting these lyrics