My Side Songtext
von Waka Flocka Flame

Shit! Might go to the feds, nigga, but all I see is red, nigga
Voices in my head, nigga, but I just see a dead nigga
He gon′ think the walls talk the way I'm on his head, nigga
Brick Squad, Brick Squad, this shit ain′t for the weak niggas

Shit!
Shit!

You say that you Brick Squad, bitch, you cannot switch sides
And I got some killers from New Orleans, blood in the eyes
Yellow tape, white chalk, fuckin' with my kind (For real)
He got in some sticky shit, fuckin' with my slime (For real)
You say that you Brick Squad, bitch, you cannot switch sides
And I got some killers from New Orleans, blood in the eyes
Yellow tape, white chalk, fuckin′ with my kind (For real)
He got in some sticky shit, fuckin′ with my slime (Shit!)


Might go to the feds, nigga, but all I see is red, nigga
Voices in my head, nigga, but I just see a dead nigga
He gon' think the walls talk the way I′m on his head, nigga
Brick Squad, Brick Squad, this shit ain't for the weak niggas
Split that shit down the middle, that′s how we eat, nigga
Stay down with your doggy every day 'til he off his feet, nigga
Loyalty, that′s gon' bring me royalty
They say they gon' die for me, I want them to live for me on 36

You say that you Brick Squad, bitch, you cannot switch sides
And I got some killers from New Orleans, blood in the eyes
Yellow tape, white chalk, fuckin′ with my kind (For real)
He got in some sticky shit, fuckin′ with my slime (For real)
You say that you Brick Squad, bitch, you cannot switch sides
And I got some killers from New Orleans, blood in the eyes
Yellow tape, white chalk, fuckin' with my kind (For real)
He got in some sticky shit, fuckin′ with my slime (Shit!)

Blood in my eye like glaucoma patient
Bitch, I'm havin′ more shots than Corona patients
Bitch, I'm hard to the skin like a bone eraser
You a hot head, I got you, control your anger
Bitch, I been at this shit for a long time

You was in the right place at the wrong time
Bitch, I came from the bottom like a long line
She can′t leave me alone 'cause we soul tied
Uh, what I gotta be a bitch, son?
For her to come put me to sleep
How am I gon' vent this?


I′m a lil′ boy, hope gon' tuck me away
Fuckin′ put me to sleep
I drive around, bitch, I never screw
My handworkin' perfect, I′m still tryna fuck up the sheets
I'm honest with this, I got no Vaseline in this crazy
I′m still tryna fuck up the beat, uh, bitch

Uh
Grrah!
Pussy
Double R