Westside Willie

L.A, sunshine out here, you know
Palm trees so beautiful

This is Dodger music this the new blue hat
Just the bulletproof coop with the moon roof
Back just the douche juice strap
Do you remember that that was a boom, boom clap
This is boom, boom trap I got bronze in a fresh pair of cons

Chuck Taylor's out west with the guns
Where is the lock give us our american pop
I'm coming for my slice of that Papa John's that's on my mom's
I outpace niggas that clout chase talking to mommies
Like they in the army about face cops hating
Cause I'm black take them on a wild
Chase in a drop Ferrari since they made it about race

I'm making moves that my opps need to see the Beverly send the nigga
That's a swap meet to me you can watch me succeed and it makes me smile
Puff spitting champagne out hate me now nigga

You can hate me now LA
But I won't stop now

We're live from Los Angeles
My haters lost Angeles
Call me the farmland african musical minimalist
Central Valley King dust bowl immigrants
See me getting fly no disguise pumping the stylistic shorty
Said "I'm a Genie in the sky"
I run around the town with them stone faces with blown cases

Money is money that's words from unknown races
Historical legend the flick showed the whole asics
A lot of y'all was taught but only gold basics
I'm amethyst yarn and thumbing over gold bracelets
The stone most rejected is the most sacred
I'm the epitome I mean epitome of the freshest zone

The worst men could catch without a metronome
Top lead top shelf top notch talent
Getting top on top of the roof cause I'm that manish
This is planet Par powerful jabbar a thousand years
Crammed in the hour of the God been a long time coming
Medallion crook with bras on the chook since the motherfucking honey

The people screaming for hope
Whenever it is new wave thoughts a hue same vote
On my marquise stone set bed ready to take it there
I'm from an Era where lyrics matter with weird don't condoning them coon tricks
Right by my pelvis bone it's worth at $0.45
See I've been cold since them sky paging with them eight ball leather joints

My flagship of flavors of stars couldn't come with a better point
The God body renaissance sketchup key ops architect
And blacksmith I am Mike Flexer
I let it bang and hit you point blank range
Walk away and let your memories hang
This is not a ceremony for the light waste
We heavy G code stuff is bored as spit basin trim is an earthquake
He calls that from stardust come and get some of the star power
Trinity poems I let them pile up

Rappers think the foul will unfollow
No mercy is shown when it's time to ride
For hours got its own



Credits
Writer(s): Dominick Wickliffe, Jason C Green, Justin Cross, Reginald Cross
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