West Coast Weekend Tyga, YG & Blxst
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[Chorus: Blxst]
Ayy, it's a party on the weekend
Got a lil' shawty, we creepin'
Throw somethin' in my cup (My cup)
But I still can't show no love
I got hoes for every season
Shawty wanna play, she leavin'
Don't try to say, "What's up?" (What's up?)
When you see a nigga in the club, yeah
[Verse 1: Tyga]
You're probably shady as the last trick (Yeah)
But I ain't trippin' on this bitch 'cause I know your type, girl, you on some clout shit (Straight up)
I can't complain 'cause I have fun (Yeah)
It's just my luck, when I get a girl, always want another one
New coupes, drop-tops, that's how we livin' (Ooh)
Chrome Hearts, diamond cross for my religion (Yeah)
You could be rollin' with a thug (Thug)
Instead you on the IG lookin' for a nigga who gon' show you love
I see you watchin', know you want it
When shawty climb on top, throw that ass on me, show me how you get up on it (For sure)
I'm still faded from last night (Yeah)
I know you 'bout it, slim thick body on you, but you keep it tight (You keep it tight)
You leavin' with me, or baby, you fakin'?
All this envy enough, they see the money I'm makin'
Is it true what they tellin' me? (What they say?)
Every ho in L.A. want a nigga who can rap, dress like me (Facts)
Don't call back 'cause I'm cool with it (Cool with it)
Hit once, then I'm done, have fun, I need a new feelin' (New feelin')
Still love that lil' thing you do (Yeah)
When it's late, you can slide through (Slide)
Bring a friend too, ayy, yeah (Yeah)
Ayy, it's a party on the weekend
Got a lil' shawty, we creepin'
Throw somethin' in my cup (My cup)
But I still can't show no love
I got hoes for every season
Shawty wanna play, she leavin'
Don't try to say, "What's up?" (What's up?)
When you see a nigga in the club, yeah
[Verse 1: Tyga]
You're probably shady as the last trick (Yeah)
But I ain't trippin' on this bitch 'cause I know your type, girl, you on some clout shit (Straight up)
I can't complain 'cause I have fun (Yeah)
It's just my luck, when I get a girl, always want another one
New coupes, drop-tops, that's how we livin' (Ooh)
Chrome Hearts, diamond cross for my religion (Yeah)
You could be rollin' with a thug (Thug)
Instead you on the IG lookin' for a nigga who gon' show you love
I see you watchin', know you want it
When shawty climb on top, throw that ass on me, show me how you get up on it (For sure)
I'm still faded from last night (Yeah)
I know you 'bout it, slim thick body on you, but you keep it tight (You keep it tight)
You leavin' with me, or baby, you fakin'?
All this envy enough, they see the money I'm makin'
Is it true what they tellin' me? (What they say?)
Every ho in L.A. want a nigga who can rap, dress like me (Facts)
Don't call back 'cause I'm cool with it (Cool with it)
Hit once, then I'm done, have fun, I need a new feelin' (New feelin')
Still love that lil' thing you do (Yeah)
When it's late, you can slide through (Slide)
Bring a friend too, ayy, yeah (Yeah)
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