CY HI DA PryncE - Sidewayz | Текст песни

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• CY HI DA PryncE
• Sidewayz

Soon as I pull up out the drive way
with a bad bitch standin bout 5’8
around my way
where I stay
niggas irate
cause I skate
like Stevie Williams
tryna reach a million
niggas showin love when I leave the building
sold out shows at east pavillion
probably with your bitch if shes appeallin
my car aint a house, why I need a ceilin?*
if she at the crib, then he is drillin
run up on me then the heat is spillin
why you mad nigga you can barley feed your children
if that’s your girl why she revealin
her deeper feelins
bout me instillin
this dick in her
then fix dinner
I put my login
but I don’t hit enter
Whats wrong, u supposed to be the big spender
Pussy nigga, you should go and switch genders
you a female, I get weed mail, got so much work I need 3 scales
tell ya where to go and get detail ?
then hit Houston’s I eat well
but I gotta ride with the 45,
they don’t like me and I don’t know why..

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters lookin at me..

They lookin,
police think they cookin
I sell it but I shouldn’t
if I was rich, trust me I wouldn’t
im not a woman beater, but Keisha is who im pushin
sold a hundred pounds, only one of them was tookin
if I see em then im bookin, like I got a show in Brooklyn
found some powder and some Kush’n
and a pistol in the glove department with a loaded fuckin cartiridge
for cowards thats woofin?
if they paid me a million to be you for a hour I wouldn’t
im just a boy in the hood, who got that Cuban Goodin’
I sold it for the five even though they said I couldn’t
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they call me Mr. Tax-a-block, prince not cause I rap a lot
I see that I can rap a verse way faster than I rap a block?
Plus this thing on my hip force a nigga to have to hop
my partners like mechanics, you should see how fast they jack a car
they try to tap my phone, so I threw my celly out
and when I leave the crib mad, can somebody tell me why?
Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters lookin at me..

Suckers hate so they screw face
Im high to def, no blue ray
im shy as hell no lupe
im bobby cox, im two brave
ride around in my new shades
clock two tres, for my crusade
all my bullets fly with tips, just like T, I do clay
im on the way to the UK
niggas do say im the new Jay
im so polished, low mileage
im a Freshman, but I don’t go to college
and I don’t own a stylus
I was on the violet
when im on the pilot
like a DVD, when I feed the streets
my songs is burnin like Eazy-E,
now you mad cause your girl wanna be with me
and you know ima bang like a Jeezy beat
I can see you hatin, you don’t need to speak
you can have her back, I don’t need the freak
before a nigga even get a chance to reach his peak

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters lookin at me..

They lookin…


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