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• Artiste: Trap Nav
• Titre: East Coast G
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All the coast, can you feel me? (This is a Crystal Beatz) West Coast, do you feel me? East Coast, do you Feel me? Dirty South, do you feel me? All the coast, can you feel me? This is my day, waitin’ for payday Like every friday, comin’ at your doorway Once I hear a beat so sick, you know it’s time for doomsday Drivin’ on the highway Tellin’ me what? Shit it’s like child’s Play I outweigh some of these rappers Reppin’ East coast, like every Sunday Okay, Okay I can see through the hatin’ niggas like X-ray I come in the alleyway shootin’ with pumps Hit you with that good shit, that’s a double play ‘Cause I’m going all the way By the way, I go day to day Go ‘head and say what you gotta say ‘Cause I get that grind to day Throwin’ up the middle finger, I’m givin’ away Throwin’ up the middle finger, I’m givin’ away Throwin’ up the middle finger, I’m givin’ away I’m a East Coast G, and you know I don’t play ‘round Playin’ full blast on the speakers you gon’ hear this sound This Shit is a Knock down, holdin’ me down Hol’ on lemme take my breath, psych, I’m never on a Cool down I’m a East Coast G, and you know I don’t play ‘round Playin’ full blast on the speakers you gon’ hear this sound This Shit is a Knock down, holdin’ me down Hol’ on lemme take my breath, psych, I’m never on a Cool down You can't imagine the way that this cash feelin' Don't know what's harder, the first or the last million ‘Cause me I got Plenty of reasons But that’s the type of shit to believe in I ain’t dreamin’ I’m like a Demon, Nah, this is my season Put your ass In treason Nah, I ain’t leavin’ This Ain’t even the preseason