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Cherry (feat. Fatal Lucciauno)
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bacari Lee Hunter-Cole
Bacari Lee Hunter-Cole
Songwriter
Rahmeece Chevosier Howell
Rahmeece Chevosier Howell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Coleman Beats
John Coleman Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Fay Lucciauno Black umbrella (This dat cole music bitch) Most men don't know how to get it on they own They wait for a handout (Ha) Cherry nget it on they own That's why we stand out Eastside Eastside Aye Cole (Hahaha) Let n know what it is g Ok, g's up all opps down you fuck n I can't stand 2 7 double-0 eastside cherry block dats gangland Mask up black gloves off when I shake up wit my right hand N black power no white powder all lick hunnids dem thou-sands No mo rockin' dem foreign fabrics I stay draped in my own brand Dats indie bossin-I'm racked up Take mine from me no man can Selfmade self invested I upgrade and expand These power moves they hit different All heavy bag no light bands (Yeah!) I'm goin' insane wit it Took my drip n made da wave wit it You stuck on da same pivot I invest to run up da main digits Now da game ain't da same is it Picture perfect talkin' frame fitted Stop gassin da lame n-hop in da hemi now we lane switchin' (Fay) Pitchforks raised high Black flag right side (GD) We shoot don't hide Get low keep firing (Yeah) Pitchforks raised high Black flag right side (Yeah) We shoot don't hide, East side East side Cherry da block n Cherry da block n Cherry da block Cherry da block n Cherry da block n Don't get shot (East side) Cherry da block n Cherry da block n Cherry da block Cherry da block n Cherry da block n Don't get shot (East side) Bitch I am what I am What I'm not I will never be 7-4 but it use to start the letter b I'm from the east N know that we in da streets Gave your baby momma klan dick yeah I'm the sheets-gangsta Told em wake up but these n sleep Gangsta A wheelchair couldn't stop him Keak da sneak Swangin' N think Wilder over Ortiz Violent Propane couldn't get me higher A messiah Crucify me I'm still survivin' A rider Chevy or a benz I be sliding in your hood I ain't got pistol butterfly chins I am riding with the red and blue no sirens Fay Pitchforks raised high Black flag right side (GD) We shoot don't hide Get low keep firing (yeah) Pitchforks raised high Black flag right side (yeah) We shoot don't hide, east side east side Cherry da block n Cherry da block n Cherry da block Cherry da block n Cherry da block n Don't get shot (East side) Cherry da block n Cherry da block n Cherry da block Cherry da block n Cherry da block n Don't get shot (East side) My bitch make yo bitch commit suicide See da drip from my wrist you think suicide Heard it's war your big homies wanna unify Say you cut from da same cloth, n you's a lie Say my bitch make yo bitch commit suicide See da drip from my wrist you think suicide Heard it's war your big homies wanna unify Say you cut from da same cloth, n you's a lie You's a lie (Fay) Cherry block!
Writer(s): Bacari Hunter-cole, Rahmeece Howell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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