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88GLAM & 6ixbuzz – East to West Lyrics

East to West Lyrics 88GLAM & 6ixbuzz

(Alexonweed)
Take you from East to West in half the time
If my stones is VVS, then that’s a sign
Take you from East to 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, 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 (Key)
I’m outta my brain to go to Bentley from Mercedez-Benz (Yeah)
He mad you stuck on me (Yeah), yeah, that be our chemistry (Ooh-ooh)

My baby textin’ 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)
We do 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 (Drawin’ on that page, yeah)
Baby know them contracts came in

(Yeah) I was on a PJ, yeah (Key)
Can’t even fly coach no more (Yeah)
I was on a speed boat, yeah (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 (Key)
I’m outta my brain to go to Bentley from Mercedez-Benz (Yeah)
He mad you stuck on me (Yeah), yeah, that be our chemistry (Ooh-ooh)

Can’t go bad, a humble boy (Yeah), I put this ice on my neck (Yeah)
Rockin’ Louis, know my name (Yeah) like they be signin’ my check (Yeah)
She goin’ stupid with the brain (Yeah) like we ain’t gonna have sex (Yeah)
Hate to do it, but I know (Yeah) that he a bitch through his texts (Hate to do it)
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, iceberg)
Did the same thing with my lil’ bae, they call her Princess Peach
Keep that pistol in my waist, go down like Tennessee (Yeah, yeah)
Don’t approach him while he’s sittin’ in that Bentley B
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, 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 (Key)
I’m outta my brain to go to Bentley from Mercedez-Benz (Yeah)
He mad you stuck on me (Yeah), yeah, that be our chemistry

He mad you stuck on me, yeah, yeah
He mad you fuckin’ me, yeah, yeah
He mad you stuck on me, yeah, yeah