Brent Faiyaz – On This Side feat. A$AP Ant & CruddyMurda [ Lyrics]
ASAP Ant:
Cash out
Go to Prada I need clothes
Go to melrose for some hoes
I’m in LA at the grove
White air forces, I stay low
Marino shirt, underneath, the pole
Gotta stay fresh, RIP Bankroll
Lightskin shorty, like Keyshia Cole
I love that bitch, X and O
Paycheck I see decimals
Codeine taste like jello
Might grow my hair like Melo
Neon lights, my car glow
Back to the future like Marty McFly
Pour up a deuce cause I gotta stay high
I drive the whip I touch her thighs
When I pull out my dick don’t act surprised
Brent:
I don’t know what it is
Is it me or how I live?
You’ll die to feel what its like to be up on this side
I don’t know what it is (She said she want to go to Jamaica)
Is it me or how I live? (I tell her close her eyes you can be anywhere you wanna be)
(Damn)
You dig what I’m saying?
(Nah fr)
(Damn, aye Cruddy)
Cruddy Murda:
Been through some shit, got a hell of a story
Bought me a watch
Put me more in my glory
Come to my spot you can never record me
I tryna get it and better my people
Tryna show ‘em a little more cause they know I get even(?)
I hate all the rumors a nigga been hearing
I’m getting this paper
Them niggas pretending
I need a preacher
A nigga been sinning’
I took some L’s but I’m usually winning
I poured a deuce of the Wock and I added some Quai
Thats just how a nigga been sipping’
I pulled out a hundred and showed her its me
She buy me a pint I might get on one knee
Put Chanel on her bag and Rick on her feet
When I lift up my arm thats a quarter on me
I don’t know what it is
We gone get this shit as long as they print this shit man
Is it me, or how I live?
Know what I’m saying?
Brick on my wrist
You gotta feel what its like
Long live the men (To be here on this side)
Free all the guys
RIP A$AP Yams (I don’t know what it is)
Big sheets and funnel on deck
Is it me or how I live?
Lost Boys, ASAP shit man Marino Infantry shit man taking over man for the 2000s n**ga (you’ll die to feel what it’s like)
To be here on this side
Don’t know what I got, but it’s hot
Maybe it’s my style that drives em wild
Maybe it’s the dough or the clothes
Baby I don’t know, I don’t know (on my motherfuckin flavor flav shit)
Don’t know what I got, but it’s hot (500 bitches in the crib like Ray J)
Maybe its my style, that drives em wild (and we still spinning the bin for OG)
Maybe it’s the dough or the clothes
Baby I don’t know, I don’t know (I don’t know)
I don’t know what it is
Is it me or how I live?
You’ll die to feel what it’s like, to be here on this side
I don’t know what it is
Is it me or how I live?
Youll die to feel what it like, to be here on this side
Aye aye spizz man, pour that four up let’s get high my boy
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