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team eastside - some type of way lyrics

[chorus: damedot]
when that ceiling fly away (when the ceiling fly, n_gga)
i be feelin’ some type of way (tell ’em, boss season)
when them seals fly away (sealed drank, god)
i be feelin’ some type of way (you hear me?)
when that ice be on my [?] (f_ck is ice? uh)
i be feelin’ some type of way
and i got that mag on my waist
for any n_gga
feelin’ some type of way (any of y’all, bah)

[verse 1: damedot]
late night, me bustin’ a whole square into circles (zips)
bag up and a d_mn errand, you know a n_gga gon’ catch it
your b_tch throw me the neck, you know a n_gga gon’ catch it (you already know)
hundred grams in my possession, you know a n_gga gon’ strеtch it (two hundred of ’em)
get monеy, f_ck bein’ broke, lil’ n_gga, that’s not an option (that’s lame)
these lil’ n_ggas so messy and they main b_tch so sloppy (we don’t talk)
look, n_gga, if louis belts and foregins get her excited
n_gga, that b_tch triflin’, you supposed to one_night her
fell in love with that dog money and that white (i love you)
your b_tch is such a slob, f_cked her for a pair of nikes (a hundred dollars)
team east damedot, i’m a boss, it’s apparent (you see me)
i know it’s good to see a n_gga, but watch all of that starin’
certain sh_t make the hoes nut, so i gotta watch what i’m wearin’ (yeah)
prps with the bankroll, make her bust it open on camera (yeah)
in the club drinkin’ out the bottle like where the f_ck is my manners? (f_ck is that?)
unless they twenty_six hundred, we don’t f_ck around with no glasses (naw)
n_gga
[chorus: damedot]
when that ceiling fly away (when the ceiling fly, n_gga)
i be feelin’ some type of way (tell ’em, boss season)
when them seals fly away (sealed drank, god)
i be feelin’ some type of way (you hear me?)
when that ice be on my [?] (f_ck is ice? uh)
i be feelin’ some type of way
and i got that mag on my waist
for any n_gga
feelin’ some type of way (bah)

[verse 2: babyface ray]
play with b_tches’ emotions (my bad)
f_ck foreign, she open (she open)
sh_t that i’m smokin’, i call it “cali promotion” (loud)
young n_gga covered in dolce (gabbana), no cologne, just an og
right hand, that double cup, left wrist, that rose
you could see it good when i’m rollin’, man, ice clearer than the ocean (the ocean)
lean got me unfocused, kush so strong i’m chokin’
hit a lot of b_tches on snowden, i don’t choose hoes, i’m chosen (chosen)
buffs white like yola (yola), stretch work like yoga (yoga)
d_mn, i hate bein’ sober, that’s one_eighty in that soda (six)
cuttin’ up in that nash, that’s twenty_five in that motor (cuz)
countin’ up, me and mike g, that’s twenty pints in that rover (mike g)
weed ‘bows, bring the liquor in, make one call, it was over
your b_tch come right over, she play singles, she show up (singles)
f_ck boys don’t know us, know eastside n_ggas go dumb (go dumb)
six mile b_tch warren up, that’s me and lil p throwin’ up
kush house on four_one, just call chiefy you pullin’ up, b_tch
[chorus: damedot]
when that ceiling fly away (when the ceiling fly, n_gga)
i be feelin’ some type of way (tell ’em, boss season)
when them seals fly away (sealed drank, god)
i be feelin’ some type of way (you hear me?)
when that ice be on my [?] (f_ck is ice? uh)
i be feelin’ some type of way
and i got that mag on my waist
for any n_gga
feelin’ some type of way (bah)

[verse 3: team eastside lil p]
lil p, i’m so street, your og, he know me
your og, she owe me, said keep that on the low_key (on the low)
iced buffs plain rollie (yop), jesus piece is so holy
you love the b_tch, she love me, your main ho so scurvy (go)
shirt off when i skrrt off, them forgi rims gon’ hurt him
i want the n_ggas that k!lled troy, won’t stop until i hurt ’em
hundred round for certain (yop), thirty round on person (woo)
b_tch tell me i’m cute and i look way better in person
pants saggin’, my drawers showin’ (yop), my b_tch mad, i’m back smokin’ (yop)
i was down bad, now i’m back goin’
gotta thank god i’m back focused (go)
how you a boss and your stack foldin’?
how you a shooter with no mag on you?
how your b_tch bad with no bag on her?
no income, no cash on her (lil’ b_tch)
ridin’ around with that sack on me (yop)
i’m a dope dealer (woo)
why my shooter react like that? he a coke sniffer (yup)
why them n_ggas hatin’ like that? ’cause they ho n_ggas (p_ssy)
team eastside ghetto boy, that’s for sure, n_gga
[chorus: damedot]
when that ceiling fly away (when the ceiling fly, n_gga)
i be feelin’ some type of way (tell ’em, boss season)
when them seals fly away (sealed drank, god)
i be feelin’ some type of way (you hear me?)
when that ice be on my [?] (f_ck is ice? uh)
i be feelin’ some type of way
and i got that mag on my waist
for any n_gga
feelin’ some type of way (bah)

- team eastside

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