Coach Joey, Rio Da Yung OG, Babyface Ray - Our Side lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Coach Joey, Rio Da Yung OG, Babyface Ray - Our Side lyrics]
Dodbh coach me joey
I'm a westside nigga, fucking everybody bitch
I don't want boujie vibes, an
I want a ghetto bitch
Need a bitch wit good credit put some
Cars in her shit let me use your address
Send some phones in your crib
Bitch, I'm up, what you tryna do?
If I get her hair done, she gotta fuck me too
All my niggas got pape
She don't know who is who
And if we keep it on the low
She a fuck the crew
I got a hundred in the stash box
I been getting it out the
Mud since the sandbox
Put my hoes on your niggas
Get they ass robbed
They grew up on the east
They don't know west now
Eastside nigga, been fucking niggas' hoes
Doggin bitches out, since Kid made the song
Lil childish ass trick
Now it's kids in your throat
I ain't petty with the pape
Now her friends wanna go
Turn around, bend it over, bust it open
Make this money
How the fuck you laughin You broke, bitch
You is funny
Nigga made his first five thousand
Now he stunting imma drink the dusay stomach
Man, shit crazy
Baby girl sucking mean dick, but she lazy
I made a quarter M this year, I spent eighty
They was fans first want a
Verse now they hate me
I'm a Flint town nigga
Treat hoes very disrespectful
Thirty racks for this watch
Can't you see the bezzle?
Bitch, I was talking 'bout my lean
I don't think you special
I just need you to hide this pape
Don't think we together
JR just walked in this bitch
It's time to talk platnum
Pull out my pants first fuck some manners
Bitch you gotta manage
You can mix the twentys with the fiftys
Imma count it backwards
Two hundred shots and thirty rounds
When I be out in traffic niggas broke
I can tell by they body language
Hit him in his top, and watch him drop, man
That's body language
Paying cash for everything I got
I ain't got no payments
His car was black till he tried
To slide and got it painted
313 to 810, they can't take no more
We got making the sale, and I hit the door
Make her think no more
I'm a westside nigga, fucking everybody bitch
I don't want boujie vibes, an
I want a ghetto bitch
Need a bitch wit good credit put some
Cars in her shit let me use your address
Send some phones in your crib
Bitch, I'm up, what you tryna do?
If I get her hair done, she gotta fuck me too
All my niggas got pape
She don't know who is who
And if we keep it on the low
She a fuck the crew
I got a hundred in the stash box
I been getting it out the
Mud since the sandbox
Put my hoes on your niggas
Get they ass robbed
They grew up on the east
They don't know west now
Eastside nigga, been fucking niggas' hoes
Doggin bitches out, since Kid made the song
Lil childish ass trick
Now it's kids in your throat
I ain't petty with the pape
Now her friends wanna go
Turn around, bend it over, bust it open
Make this money
How the fuck you laughin You broke, bitch
You is funny
Nigga made his first five thousand
Now he stunting imma drink the dusay stomach
Man, shit crazy
Baby girl sucking mean dick, but she lazy
I made a quarter M this year, I spent eighty
They was fans first want a
Verse now they hate me
I'm a Flint town nigga
Treat hoes very disrespectful
Thirty racks for this watch
Can't you see the bezzle?
Bitch, I was talking 'bout my lean
I don't think you special
I just need you to hide this pape
Don't think we together
JR just walked in this bitch
It's time to talk platnum
Pull out my pants first fuck some manners
Bitch you gotta manage
You can mix the twentys with the fiftys
Imma count it backwards
Two hundred shots and thirty rounds
When I be out in traffic niggas broke
I can tell by they body language
Hit him in his top, and watch him drop, man
That's body language
Paying cash for everything I got
I ain't got no payments
His car was black till he tried
To slide and got it painted
313 to 810, they can't take no more
We got making the sale, and I hit the door
Make her think no more