Westside Hurdy-Gurdy World-cup 🏆

[Intro] (Haha…) Yeah… Keesha Monroe… Westside… (Let’s go) [Verse] Glamorous bitch, come through like ZHAH-zhah gah-BOR Galore… mi amor… (Okay!) Pockets too fat, got diamonds spillin’ on the floor Goyard upholstery on the driver door (Skrrt) Spent a lotta time in the A, but I breathe L.A. Palm trees, ocean breeze (Westside) Don’t say you from L.A. if you don’t travel past the 10 Half these transplants play the role, can’t tell me where they’ve been (Huh?) Melrose speakeasy, blowin’ on straight Zhah-Zhah lookin’ like la-la (Ooh) Six minks… from six tricks… got six chicks… that’s sick wit’ (Purr) Private jet bird flip, (Ayy) South London… Brixton… rude gyal, UK drill spit Big homie Drift vouch for the whole clique (Facts) Dodger Blue, Ohtani with the quickness MVP motion, baby, mind your business (What?) Raise the black Grand National Nah, hydraulics don’t fit Too clean for the bounce, I just glide with this drip (Slide) Birds of paradise line the whole gate strip Million-dollar landscape, that’s a rich girl script (Uh-huh) Gel mani-pedi, French tip Coco gloss Mier make the lips look thick (Mwah) Poppin’ when I drop bars all up in the booth When you come around Keesh, better have some couth (Period) Ain’t nothin’ basic ‘bout this redbone ginger baddie Gold hoops swingin’, attitude classy (Oop!) West Coast trophy piece World Cup (L.A.!) [Breakdown - Melodic] (Hahaha…) Dead homies… Dead homies… Ten toes down, never switched on the code, homie Dead homies… Dead homies… Still breathe L.A. everywhere that I go, homie [Outro] Yeah… (Keesha Monroe) Ten toes down… Westside… Dead homies…