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Westside Boogie - Prideful II (Anthony Version)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
WESTSIDE BOOGIE
WESTSIDE BOOGIE
Vocals
Shae Universe
Shae Universe
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Dixson
A. Dixson
Songwriter
Darius Dixson
Darius Dixson
Songwriter
Jerome Monroe
Jerome Monroe
Songwriter
Shawntoni Ajanae Nichols
Shawntoni Ajanae Nichols
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keyel
Keyel
Producer
Slimwav
Slimwav
Producer
Dart
Dart
Recording Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer

Letras

Prideful, prideful, prideful Yeah, uh Like, what you gettin' into? You say I only hit you up when I got nothin' to do (nothin' to do) I say it's pride 'cause I ain't hit you when you wanted me to Ain't no reply, I call a ride when you tell me, "Come through" (Come through, come through, come through) Like you will never know the pain that you getting me through So you can tell me it's the same and you using me too Switchin' lanes, running lights I'm trying to slide through Winter flame, summer eyes there's nothing like you Thirsty to hit you up Thirsty to hit some' new, said the industry ate you up 'Cause you cushion my ego and tell me, "No nigga, fuck" It'd be respectful if he did and tell 'em, "Keep it on the hush" 'Cause I'm the one that gave you traction every time that you got stuck Guess yo' memory got crushed, forgot I showed up in the clutch Now you up and in your zone When I came from the area, you was gone Full of thoughts of you up in this empty home I just consider that alone, whoa I think that I been givin' too much credit to myself for always sayin' I put you on I'm sure you would've made it on your own And now I'm textin' all these randoms in my phone Like, "What you gettin' into?" I guess the cycle must go on Like, let me pass this hurt along, another shorty I do wrong, uh (do) Know I'm bitter, you can hear it in my tone I need to leave that shit alone, put you in this song Ain't no reply, I call a ride when you tell me, "Come through" (When you tell me, "Come through", when you tell me, "Come through") Like you will never know the pain that you getting me through So you can tell me it's the same and you missin' me too Seen a picture then slid Told me her name was Tiz Told me how she a stylist, but don't got love for the biz Do you fuck with the kid? Or just see me as just a gig? Loneliness that I hid, so shit, it is what it is 'Cause we was just playin' roles, don't be breakin' the code Tell me you catchin' feelings, like, please say it ain't so I just went through your mutuals, tryna see who you know Oh, you follow my ex? You must be messy on the low I ignore the red flags and smoke alarms when they go off Open to my sickness, said she like it how I'm closed off You was just my pause, I'm seein' truth, I'm tryna prolong Days been gettin' so long, catch you 'fore you doze off Like, what you gettin' into? You say I only hit you up when I got nothin' to do I say it's pride 'cause I ain't hit you when you wanted me to (When you wanted me to, when you wanted me to) Ain't no reply, I call a ride when you tell me, "Come through" (When you tell me, "Come through", when you tell me, "Come through") Like you will never know the pain that you getting me through, yeah So you can tell me it's the same and you missin' me too Oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh
Writer(s): Keyel Deaunta Walker, Anthony Tremaine Dixson, Sharon Ogo-uzodike, Darius Scott Dixson, Jerome R. Monroe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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