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Tyson S.T - This Side Lyrics



Tyson S.T - This Side Lyrics




Don't let me... Don't let me...
Shrock
Don't let me cut my wrist though, rolling in folders, big ups, my wins go up
Throwing it up I sin though, rolling with bro's and these guns, my wins go
Hoe-bitch we go up on this side
Catch him and follow that green light
Don't read no bible on this side, lord don't go rolling on this side
Don't let me cut my wrist though, rolling in folders, big ups, my wins go up
Throwing it up I sin though, rolling with bro's and these guns, my wins go
Hoe-bitch we go up on this side
Catch him and follow that green light
Don't read no bible on this side, lord don't go rolling on this side
(Shrock, yeah)
I had a choice to consider (Yeah)
I am no break the bank nigga (Yeah)
Spoiling my mom and my sister (Yeah)
I got a job ,I ain't quit, bra (Yeah)
Lil' boys asking "where the raps at ?" Still get paid more than rap acts
Stayed in my lane with some profit to gain, you insane
If you think these plays feed fams'
(Shrooock)
Im out in The Burg with the niggies, DoouShii still puffing on ciggies
God goin' show me a way out of this hell and the devil goin' show me some titties.
You got the fame and got comfy
I got no fame but I still got more money I looked at your plate and got hungry.
We eating the same but your gravy disgusting
I'd rather, burry my cock in your sister
Then ever do songs with you niggas (Ye-ye-ye-ye)
I'll never rap like no carbon black killer
My friends and my fam' are those niggas (Ye-ye-ye-ye)
You want me over rapping, nigga f*ck you
Go buy your new girlfriend some floors (Shrock)
Don't stress me 'bout tryna' perform bitch go home
And go tend to your studies for hours (YE-YE)
(Grrrrrrr)
That little girl that you claim that you played cuddle me
And we laughing about ya, You wanna prove to your boys
That you hard but you all close your eyes in the shower (Yeah)
Might have my demons on payroll, they finna do what I say so
I'll give my life for my family ties to never have vices and they grow (Yea)
(Yeah,yeaah)
Don't let me cut my wrist though, rolling in folders, big ups, my wins go up
Throwing it up I sin though, rolling with bro's and these guns, my wins go
Hoe-bitch we go up on this side
Catch him and follow that green light
Don't read no bible on this side, lord don't go rolling on this side
Don't let me cut my wrist though, rolling in folders, big ups, my wins go up
Throwing it up I sin though, rolling with bro's and these guns, my wins go
Hoe-bitch we go up on this side
Catch him and follow that green light
Don't read no bible on this side, lord don't go rolling on this side
Yeah... yeah... eyeaah... eyeaah... eyeaaah... eyeaaaah... eyeaaaah... eyeaaah
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Don't let me... Don't let me...
Shrock
Don't let me cut my wrist though, rolling in folders, big ups, my wins go up
Throwing it up I sin though, rolling with bro's and these guns, my wins go
Hoe-bitch we go up on this side
Catch him and follow that green light
Don't read no bible on this side, lord don't go rolling on this side
Don't let me cut my wrist though, rolling in folders, big ups, my wins go up
Throwing it up I sin though, rolling with bro's and these guns, my wins go
Hoe-bitch we go up on this side
Catch him and follow that green light
Don't read no bible on this side, lord don't go rolling on this side
(Shrock, yeah)
I had a choice to consider (Yeah)
I am no break the bank nigga (Yeah)
Spoiling my mom and my sister (Yeah)
I got a job ,I ain't quit, bra (Yeah)
Lil' boys asking "where the raps at ?" Still get paid more than rap acts
Stayed in my lane with some profit to gain, you insane
If you think these plays feed fams'
(Shrooock)
Im out in The Burg with the niggies, DoouShii still puffing on ciggies
God goin' show me a way out of this hell and the devil goin' show me some titties.
You got the fame and got comfy
I got no fame but I still got more money I looked at your plate and got hungry.
We eating the same but your gravy disgusting
I'd rather, burry my cock in your sister
Then ever do songs with you niggas (Ye-ye-ye-ye)
I'll never rap like no carbon black killer
My friends and my fam' are those niggas (Ye-ye-ye-ye)
You want me over rapping, nigga f*ck you
Go buy your new girlfriend some floors (Shrock)
Don't stress me 'bout tryna' perform bitch go home
And go tend to your studies for hours (YE-YE)
(Grrrrrrr)
That little girl that you claim that you played cuddle me
And we laughing about ya, You wanna prove to your boys
That you hard but you all close your eyes in the shower (Yeah)
Might have my demons on payroll, they finna do what I say so
I'll give my life for my family ties to never have vices and they grow (Yea)
(Yeah,yeaah)
Don't let me cut my wrist though, rolling in folders, big ups, my wins go up
Throwing it up I sin though, rolling with bro's and these guns, my wins go
Hoe-bitch we go up on this side
Catch him and follow that green light
Don't read no bible on this side, lord don't go rolling on this side
Don't let me cut my wrist though, rolling in folders, big ups, my wins go up
Throwing it up I sin though, rolling with bro's and these guns, my wins go
Hoe-bitch we go up on this side
Catch him and follow that green light
Don't read no bible on this side, lord don't go rolling on this side
Yeah... yeah... eyeaah... eyeaah... eyeaaah... eyeaaaah... eyeaaaah... eyeaaah
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Writer: Thabiso Moya
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Language: English
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Written by: Thabiso Moya

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