WESTSIDE by Hidden Hill Lyrics

{Produced By Zola & Olive On Da Beat}

[Verse: joexxvincy]
K lo k mamacita tudu tu bien
Where you from
What’s your number
What’s your name
Tryna vibe with you tryna be your main
I wanna eat you up like some chow mein
Like ouuuuuu I just wanna vibe with youuu
I’m tryna see you in that birthday suit
Girl you know I’m feelin you

[Chorus: Craig Cameron]
She wanna hit me on the westside
I can’t lie
Call me on my worst nights
I can’t talk
She want the Gucci the Fenty the Prada
She wanna drip out and dance in designer
Hit me on the westside
I can’t lie
Call me on my worst nights
I can’t talk
She want the Gucci the Fenty thе Prada
She wanna drip out and dance in designеr (aye)
[Verse: Remy Lebeau]
West coast I was on some blues shit
Lay back I’m tryna kiss on you baby
Rick Owens she rock that jimmy chop baby
Snapchat We tryna flex on you bitch
I’m tryna flex with youuu
They way they call our name
I grab you waste
We make the front page
I was on my ysl shit oh when They pulled up
She was on her tyra shit when they backed up
Skip work and shit
Meet me in Rome
Let’s spend our money on rick
I know you missing me
Got you feeling homesick
You deserve it
You deserve it

[Bridge: Remy Lebeau & Craig Cameron]
Want you riding with me like a nascar
But you moved to Hollywood to be a film star
I thought you used to work hard
Now you selling all pictures like a pornstar

[Chrous: Craig Cameron]
She wanna hit me on the westside
I can’t lie
Call me on my worst nights
I can’t talk
She want the Gucci the Fenty the Prada
She wanna drip out and dance in designer
Hit me on the westside
I can’t lie
Call me on my worst nights
I can’t talk
She want the Gucci the Fenty the Prada
She wanna drip out and dance in designer (aye)
Ooooh