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Ooh, Westside, Westside
(Suwoop) Bhristmas

On the first day of Bhristmas my partner gave to me (ooh)
A brand new chopper, that bitch got them double D
On the second day of Bhristmas, I had come upon a bitch (came up on a)
She be plottin' a nigga pocket, I done came upon a lick (ooh, ooh, ooh)
On the third day of Bhristmas, I had crashed upon a feeder (skrrt)
Broke the bumper on the Beamer, I was high off that Waukesha
On the fourth day of Bhristmas, I was posted on the block (ooh)
Shit I had to save the trap, them crackers ran up in the spot
On the fifth day of Bhristmas, I was zooted than a bitch (yeah)
Hit the club with all my thug, we made a movie in that bih (made a movie in that bih)
On the sixth day of Bhristmas, I had hit for me a thirty (yeah)
Shit I balled in the mall, they thought I was Stephen Curry (Steph)

On the seventh day of Bhristmas, my bitch got her EDB (yeah)
Took her car while she was sleep and split that shit up with BB (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Niggas text me when I land, they tryna hit me with a fee
Boy that pack don't make it gas, stop tryna decorate your tree
On the eighth day of Bhristmas, I was stressin' too much (ayy, ayy)
I got no gifts from none of my hoes, them bitches petty as f*ck
The paranoia from my hood, that shit get heavy as f*ck (woo, woo, woo)
Can't let you ask me where I'm at, I think you settin' me up
Shit, on the ninth day of Bhristmas, my bitch got me a Glock (ooh)
She said, "This present ain't for you, I got this just for your opps" (woo, woo)
And on the tenth day, don't ask me 'bout the tenth day
Got too drunk inside the day time, f*ck around and I got shitfaced, oh man (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
On the eleventh day, uh, I took this bitch up out to eat (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I put my bread away, uh, I said, "It's your turn in this shit" (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Your ass don't ever pay, uh
And on the last day, spent that shit, 'bout makin' blunts
From all my roaches in the ashtray, okay

Big muhf*ckin' Westside
Put a dot on a nigga nose like Rudolph, on God
Suwoop, suWoop, suWoop, suWoop (on God)
Suwoop, suWoop, suWoop, suWoop (on God, on God)
Suwoop, suWoop, suWoop
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Ooh, Westside, Westside
(Suwoop) Bhristmas

On the first day of Bhristmas my partner gave to me (ooh)
A brand new chopper, that bitch got them double D
On the second day of Bhristmas, I had come upon a bitch (came up on a)
She be plottin' a nigga pocket, I done came upon a lick (ooh, ooh, ooh)
On the third day of Bhristmas, I had crashed upon a feeder (skrrt)
Broke the bumper on the Beamer, I was high off that Waukesha
On the fourth day of Bhristmas, I was posted on the block (ooh)
Shit I had to save the trap, them crackers ran up in the spot
On the fifth day of Bhristmas, I was zooted than a bitch (yeah)
Hit the club with all my thug, we made a movie in that bih (made a movie in that bih)
On the sixth day of Bhristmas, I had hit for me a thirty (yeah)
Shit I balled in the mall, they thought I was Stephen Curry (Steph)

On the seventh day of Bhristmas, my bitch got her EDB (yeah)
Took her car while she was sleep and split that shit up with BB (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Niggas text me when I land, they tryna hit me with a fee
Boy that pack don't make it gas, stop tryna decorate your tree
On the eighth day of Bhristmas, I was stressin' too much (ayy, ayy)
I got no gifts from none of my hoes, them bitches petty as f*ck
The paranoia from my hood, that shit get heavy as f*ck (woo, woo, woo)
Can't let you ask me where I'm at, I think you settin' me up
Shit, on the ninth day of Bhristmas, my bitch got me a Glock (ooh)
She said, "This present ain't for you, I got this just for your opps" (woo, woo)
And on the tenth day, don't ask me 'bout the tenth day
Got too drunk inside the day time, f*ck around and I got shitfaced, oh man (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
On the eleventh day, uh, I took this bitch up out to eat (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I put my bread away, uh, I said, "It's your turn in this shit" (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Your ass don't ever pay, uh
And on the last day, spent that shit, 'bout makin' blunts
From all my roaches in the ashtray, okay

Big muhf*ckin' Westside
Put a dot on a nigga nose like Rudolph, on God
Suwoop, suWoop, suWoop, suWoop (on God)
Suwoop, suWoop, suWoop, suWoop (on God, on God)
Suwoop, suWoop, suWoop
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Writer: Alexandra Nicks, Anthony Dixsom, Jerome Monroe Jr, Justice Baiden, Najee Travis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group


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