West Side Killa

(Taeyo)
Caramela Don't give a fuck bout chedda
Gloomy weather make the days better
Fragile as a feather but I won't tell her
Fuck my shit up west side killa
Get me drunk Maria when I don't see ya
Got me sick can I have your kiss
She said she love me and I believe her
Fuck my shit up west side killa

Ya yea run right to the bank
Pocket full of change (what?)
What the fuck you say wait
Pistol at the range
Pop that shit yea
Yea ima west side Killa
Behead that nigga behead
Deadass deadass
(Yea)
Runnin right to the pay
So it's deadass deadass
See I'm tryna get my kicks so deadass
Pull up on that boy and put that
Stick where his head at
He fucked her you know
I fucked her too nigga deadass
West side killas you know they my troops
(They my troops)
Like who is you no you wasn't from the school
(Nah nah)
I ain't gon cap i fucked yo shawty it was to hot
She was tryna tell me problems about you
(Stop playing bro)

She a west side killa and I'm a gorilla
Love is my drug and she is my dealer
Ya last man a kid you not a baby sitter
She think I'm advance but imma chill wit her
I would die for her hope she would die for me
She know all my secrets like a diary
If you ignore me I know you still spy on me
If we not together you still can come cry on me
That shit from the past you still saying sorry
I love you you love me no need for apology
I'll pick you up in a whole crowd just to cause a scene
When I stare in your eyes I learn astrology

Caramela no one do it better
I adore her cause she stellar
She my west side killa

Caramela don't give a fuck bout chedda
Gloomy weather make the days better
Fragile as a feather but I won't tell her
Fuck my shit up west side killa
Get me drunk Maria when I don't see ya
Got me sick can I have your kiss
She said she love me and I believe her
Fuck my shit up west side killa
(Deadass Deadass)



Credits
Writer(s): Malcolm Jaden Robinson
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