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tommie king - eastside (ft. cyhi the prynce) كلمات الأغنية

intro:
old school
rfmg
ol’ old school ol’ old school
cyhi
old school king sh-t
o ol’ old school

verse 1 tommie king:
hit stu body bag that booth/
swag rap ina hazmat suit/
when i’m gone they’ll be geekin’ i had statues/
introduced that ex that she had tattooed/
that dude ol skool man i slide by creep slow/
if she fine beep beep tho/
one of those 3 deep in a jeep hoes/
look, i could take ya out to eat lemme’ beat though/
pull up in ya’ dream car w/ ya’ dream hoe/
body bad, hour gl-ss/
yo b-tch like a ten piece mild all flats/
body look steam-rolled/
me? gotta be the hottest think about it i’m/
always accompanied by a goddess, i’m/
best unsigned in the booth and i sing though amazed by a king they ain’t seen my team tho/
anytime i speak that’s a key-note/
tp roll full of c-notes/
anytime i sneeze that’s a kilo/
make a tape with a dime like it’s b-roll/
mirror on the ceiling it feed my ego/
“when you become star will you still need me though?”/
nah, b-tch i got that je ne sais quoi/
flow diamond hard, born to be star/
still bench seats when a king ride/
same lil ol king from the eastside/
still face three fives let a beat ride peak high lookin’ like i got two pink eyes/
eastside peach state/
look how far we came/
kingsh-t, rf over everything/

hook:
ol-ol skool, eastside/
skatin tall in that ol skool/
where the trap is god/
ol-ol skool, eastside/
skatin tall in that ol skool/
where the trap is god/
ol-ol skool eastside/
skatin tall in that ol skool/

cyhi verse 2:

eastside eastside/
we ride we ride/
old skool no shoes/
fila fila/
i ain’t got on no suit, but i got street ties/
three five three five/
we high we high/
know how we ride, and i stay with the gun too/
in the club do my 1-2/
tell a stripper that i want you/
tell ya’ lil’ friend she could come too/
let’s dip n-gga fondue/
cause soon as you get your first prezi/
n-ggas wanna’ do you like john booth/
it’s kind of ironic, i been lookin’ at the moon through the sun-roof/
she wanna be my woman but first i gotta see how many hoops she could jump through/
bi-tch sweet like junk food/
probly heard a lot about me that was untrue/
i don’t remember ever being uncool/
21 i had house with a dumb pool/
please don’t let one of my n-ggas trunk you/
catch a body like a fan of a punk group/
she said her ex was a nightmare, i said girl relax dreams come true/
don’t trip we straight/
and it’s like 3a/
m in the morning, on the freeway in ga/

- tommie king

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