Gunplay - Westside Ride Lyrics

Gunplay – Westside Ride Lyrics

Free my nigga gain oh
F*ck that brother
F*ck tonight

Tonight is the night I get in some shit
Boy Simpson shit, I wanna see that Princeton shit
Down city clivers, clips and shit,
Mind me flippers, flip some shit,
Ratchet car, get .. don’t bet the arms
The arms in my palm ‘bout to link the arms
Scrint the numbers on the number one
On me don’t scrumble none, none but guns, yeah none but sons
None but cuns, none but lunch,
Stick in the tower, stick to the tip of the tower,
Stick s*cking bitch don’t put your lips on the bottle
Yeah she had the heart .. night life, but she trickin’ the body
Girl whip a couple times but she ain’t trippin the body
Every time I hit she say my dick I atomic,
What up? You know I’ma cut up,
This no thang, came from one, got one hundred more things,
Take no shot, one honey cocaine, give me money, no fame,
You need new shoes, are you runnin game
Cut the nigga luice, ‘cause I ain’t wanna tame,
F*ck nigga call foe, now I’m the one to me,
Tryin’ to make a milly I’m a hundred dollar yeah,
How to hell, I get deal, incredible deal, you don’t hear
You’re finger .., this trigger here, nigga yeah
I’m priming up a sugar hear, looking here,
… ain’t seven gears,

Play with me! You know the rest.
You play with me, you know the rest
You play with me, you know the rest
You play with me, you know the rest
Gunplay

I got a ghetto burn
The whole ghetto hurt
I got the ghetto burn
The whole ghetto work
I got a ghetto burn
The whole ghetto hurt
I got the ghetto burn
The whole ghetto work

Straight up minish the world’s in ..
Pissing on your post to image
Package in the forty of the oldest English
Rolling with Paroli skemish,
Home full of stone and Nina’s
Home’s up boned your diva,
And I ain’t even after doze and ..
Left her rob in the toilet with the toilet seed up,
I’ll burn on fire, hot boiling fever,
Think it’s time to roll my ..
sneak flicking, gorilla turn chicken,
Niggas dropping dirt just to getting missing,
Benjamin’s is mine and I ain’t shame nothing,
Everything dead and I ain’t spend one,
You may ain’t even hear a gun,
That’s the thrill of the hunt,
Lurking, murking, riding, nooping,
Thinking murder or maybe I’m gooking,
Call em in the plan, .. of my hand,
And I don’t’ give the damn,
But now the victim, hearding of the rival,
Sayin now I was a five oh,
Shot my jonkey yeah I know,
JOA donkey on the rival, the news on me
Accusing me, wanna see me in the joint with the bruise on me,
And I thought no, from the G’s nigga
Murder ..one king nigga,

I got a ghetto burn
The whole ghetto hurt
I got the ghetto burn
The whole ghetto work
I got a ghetto burn
The whole ghetto hurt
I got the ghetto burn
The whole ghetto work

[Lyrics to Westside Ride by Gunplay]