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East To West lyrics

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East To West song lyrics by 88GLAM official

East To West is a song in English

Take you from the East to the West in half the time
If my stones is VVS then that's a sign
Take you from the East to the West in half the time
If my stones is VVS then that's a sign (Run it up, Walker)

Yeah
I was on a PJ, yeah (key)
Can't even fly coach no more (yeah)
I was on a speed boat, yeah (yeah)
Can't jack my wave no more

Shawty flexin' me out, I need her recipe
He mad you fuckin' me, yeah, that be our chemistry
I'm outta my brain to go to Bentley from Mercedez-Benz
He mad you stuck on me, yeah, that be on chemistry (ooh-ooh)

My baby testin' me (yeah), while she next to me (yeah)
How well you know your bitch? "She would never cheat" (yeah)
Is it just another game, you keep testin' me? (Yeah)
Little Ketamine mixed with Amphetamine (yeah)
Little shrooms, can't believe it, we was lettuce-y (shrooms)
See my legacy, with some better C's
Baby ask me, "Where have you been?" (Where have you been?)
I was in a Ghost with my friend (yeah)
Drawin' on a page with a pen (page 'em)
Baby, know them contract, Amen

Yeah
I was on a PJ, yeah (key)
Can't even fly coach no more (yeah)
I was on a speed boat, yeah (yeah)
Can't jack my wave no more (yeah)

Shawty flexin' me out, I need her recipe (yeah)
He mad you fuckin' me, yeah, that be our chemistry
I'm outta my brain to go to Bentley from Mercedez-Benz (yeah)
He mad you stuck on me (yeah), yeah, that be on chemistry (ooh-ooh)

Can't go bad, a humble boy (yeah), I put this ice on my neck (yeah)
Rockin' Louis, know my name like they be signin' my check (yeah)
She goin' stupid with the brain like we ain't gonna have sex (yeah)
Hate to do it but I know that he a bitch through his texts (yeah)
They can't get next to me, keep the TEC with me (keep the TEC on)
How well you know your boy? "He would never squeam"
Talkin' shit about the gang, now we barely speak
Took my wrist and bust it down like I was Mr. T (yeah wrist, brr)
Did the same thing, my lil' vet, they call her Princess Peach
Keep that pistol in my waist, go down like Tennessee (yeah, yeah)
Don't approach and Molly sittin' in that Bentley bean
They gettin' slapped up like the niggas on the DVD (ooh)

Yeah
I was on a PJ, yeah (key)
Can't even fly coach no more (yeah)
I was on a speed boat, yeah (yeah)
Can't jack my wave no more (yeah)

Shawty flexin' me out (yeah), I need her recipe (yeah)
He mad you fuckin' me, yeah, that be our chemistry
I'm outta my brain to go to Bentley from Mercedez-Benz (yeah)
He mad you stuck on me (yeah), yeah, that be on chemistry (ooh-ooh)

He mad you stuck on me, yeah, yeah
He mad you stuck on me, yeah, yeah
He mad you stuck on me, yeah, yeah
Lyrics copyright : legal lyrics licensed by Lyricfind.
No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writers: Bradley Geisler, Derek Fifi Bissue, Rylan Adan Doyle, Shakqueel Burthwright
Copyright: Raleigh Music Publishing LLC

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