Sidelines lyrics

by

Woodie Smalls


TRANSCRIBING

[Intro]
Yeah, it sounds crispy

[Verse 1]
They be like where ya been
If it's a problem, throw your location on
My sh*t dumb, miss me with that bullsh*t, pleased to pour me some
Activate, you smell like a pus*y, watch me pop that sh*t
TrackLib, I just ate your b*tch out for my breakfast
Rockstar, I just f*cked your b*tch, she made my c*ck hard
Come outside lil n*gga ,we at your door just like a landlord
White girl, buss it (yeah)
Buss it like a porn star
Said she like to f*ck me, like to f*ck me till my c*ck’s hard
It's a lot of these n*ggas, I don't want no trauma’s, I know that they're fake
Say you was with me, my flow be dope I call it withney
A lot of people wanna diss me, just know a n*gga's making money
They be laughin' sh*t ain't funny
Walkin' past you like a (?)

[Hook]
I keep you way from the outside
You bout to stand on the sidelines
Ran up checks, I love it (I love it)
I get the cash, ain't no bluffin' (no bluffin)
I keep you way from the outside
You bout to stand on the sidelines
Ran up checks, I love it (I love it)
I get the cash, ain’t no bluffin’ (no bluffin)
I keep you way from the outside
You bout to stand on the sidelines
Ran up checks, I love it (I love it)
I get the cash, ain't no bluffin’ (no bluffin)
I keep you way from the outside
You bout to stand on the sidelines
Ran up checks, I love it (I love it)
I get the cash, ain't no bluffin' (no bluffin)
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