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This Side (feat. Pressa)
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R&B/Soul
This Side (feat. Pressa) was released on August 3, 2018 by Yours Truly as a part of the album This Side (feat. Pressa) - Single
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Release DateAugust 3, 2018
LabelYours Truly
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM187

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ninetyfour
Ninetyfour
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She can get a 1, 2
Even 2, 3 in my concords
At the concert
Things getting conquered
I'm a monster, don't need a cosign
Or a sponsor
I approach her, getting closer
Yeah, let me hold her
Like a hoser
Yeah, on the wall wit' her
Like a poster, yeah, of your X-Men
He a poser, really sober
But I'm irie 'bout the green room
Like I'm Kyrie, say I'm a
They when we, said I looked good
Wanna try me? I be on the lips, says I'm lip gloss
I ain't sayin' shit, got my lips locked
She don't want no boss, like Rick Ross
And I'm tryna bond, on tip bar
[Verse 2]
Everything blessed on this side, this side, this side
She don't wanna ever leave my side, my side, my side
Baby let me show you what it feels like, feels like, feels like
Everything blessed on this side
Everything blessed on this side
She my little babe, my flamingo
And she know I'm her boss like Hugo (Boss)
You want save her and be a hero
And she a lil' sneaky bitch too (Oh, tippy-toe)
If I really want, I could set her up
I don't set the bar, she into my arms (Woah)
This one won't let me up
Don't wanna put me up (No)
We buy champagne, Dom Pérignon
Every time we go out, she wanna go out (Too)
And if I really wanna I bring her ho's out (Too)
Cut a bitch off, like where's your phone at?
And I'm the type of ****, I fuck your hole now
If I sign a deal today, don't think I mean it (No)
But I love my label more just 'cause I made it (Yeah)
I fuck at your bitch like I'm in space (Where she at?)
I don't fuck wit' old, I replace it (New)
[Verse 3]
Everything blessed on this side, this side, this side
She don't wanna ever leave my side, my side, my side
Baby let me show you what it feels like, feels like, feels like
Everything blessed on this side
Everything blessed on this side
[Verse 4]
She got luggage like a backpack
And a fat ass, let me clap that
Gotta have that
She can make cash, off of snapchat
She a good girl, I want her bad, bad
Take my money, yeah
Take my body, yeah
You can take me for a fool, I'ma hold it down
Wanna hold you down, wanna spoil you now
Ripped bottoms on the ground, it's a bloody shoes
I'ma beat it like 10 rounds
I'ma hit it off in bounds
More like hit it after work
I can't save her, doesn't work
So she say I have no heart, but I have it on my shirt
If I didn't, wouldn't flirt
I'ma hit it like I'm thirty
[Verse 5]
Everything blessed on this side, this side, this side
She don't wanna ever leave my side, my side, my side
Baby let me show you what it feels like, feels like, feels like
Everything blessed on this side
Everything blessed on this side
Everything blessed on this side
She don't wanna ever leave this guy
Oh, this guy
Everything blessed on this side
Written by: Ninetyfour
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