5 A.M On The Westside Lyrics

Damn bitch, you had me fucked up

Had me in a ditch, but I drunk the mud up

From the bottom to the top, not a problem, Ima rot

I gotta 99 callin and some pictures from a thot

Let's go, the whole midwest rolls

When you see me, then you know, that I am better than before

Another fed up wedo, looking for a sped-up widow

They so wet up when I get em, I control the weather and whether the clouds show

Bitch I'm trained to go, raised and blazed in the Go

Speaking crazy on bro, leave you stained at the mo

Relationships be on O and I stay on pimp mode, I'll tell a hoe gladly

You thought you had me, you fucked up badly

All that acting, man, you could've won a Grammy

Dont come asking me about my new baddie, that's my lil baby and I'm that bitches daddy

And verse 2 is like the 1st but worse, I reverse in a hearse just to go rehearse

I breathe dirt, freak her and then I leave earth

I'll OD just to rebirth before I need her

Her doesn't have a name, just charge it to the game

I ain't ever been no lame so I could never be the same

The shit I saw and then I seen, how the fall was on me

I'll fall on the sword, just the let this pen swing

Don't be callin' me on tour cuz you miss me

Cuz ima fucking a bitch that looks like you, this shit kills me

I'm ducking all these fakes, cuz they with the trickery

I'm runnin the other way, if Cupid is in the vicinity

I'm going and I'm going, till I can no more

And it's snowing and its glowin, right up a groupie's nose

It's sounding like its storming, blowing up the studio

Hear me in them 808s on that fucking radio

You thought you had me, you fucked up badly

All that acting, man, you could've won a Grammy

Dont come asking me about my new baddie, that's my lil baby and I'm that bitches daddy