EASTSIDE lyrics

Late nights in the A and I'm up late thinkin' about you Man, I hate being without you Late nights in the A and I'm up late thinkin' about you Bend me over, make me touch my toes Something sexy for all my hoes Something sexy for all my woes They'll never compete, never compare a real bitch to a sheep I'll roll you bitches up, no Swisher Sweet He lickin' me from the crack to my feet Wanna go south, but I might take him east East, because it's eastside Man, it's eastside Real bitches know eastside Man, it's eastside Ride him back to back, he play my mixtape, A-B side Man, he fresh outta that joint, no more appointments Acting like he the boss, Big Mama's anointed Chanelly all on my toes, 10K for a show Shout out to my bitches who see real from the foes I just wanna hold you (uh) Got hooked like I done sold you (uh) Three pounds of that Chris Rock One of one, I done told you (uh) You my Cupid, stickin' the bow in You the yin to my yang, Bowen You say: Yo, I'm yo-yoing LA, I'm in a Boeing Late nights in the A and I'm up late thinkin' about you Man, I hate being without you Late nights in the A and I'm up late thinkin' about you Bend me over, make me touch my toes Something sexy for all my hoes Something sexy for all my woes They'll never compete, never compare a real bitch to a sheep I'll roll you bitches up, no Swisher Sweet He lickin' me from the crack to my feet Wanna go south, but I might take him east Late nights in the A and I'm up late thinkin' about you Man, I hate being without you Late nights in the A and I'm up late thinkin' about you Uh, and tell him it's mine Tell all them bitches it's mine I'ma be havin' your son I'ma be runnin' first base, them I'ma go hit the home run Bitches can't beat me, bitches can't be, wanna be me I'm that bitch, drop LV, treat me (yeah) I want you, hold you for ransom Hold your name high like an anthem (handsome) I'm gonna pounce like a panther Get on it, bounce like I'm Prancer, Dancer, Dixon Man, it can't fit in You don't need fixing, you got me smitten (uh) And it's all written I'ma be your wife, cooking up in the kitchen I'ma be your wife, that's right I fell first but you fell twice I'm your vice (uh), quick to take that heart off ice (yeah) Bitches can't see me, bitches can't be, wanna be, wanna be me Bitches can't see me I'm that bitch, drop LV, treat me Late nights in the A and I'm up late thinkin' about you Man, I hate being without you Late nights in the A and I'm up late thinkin' about you Bend me over, make me touch my toes Something sexy for all my hoes Something sexy for all my woes They'll never compete, never compare a real bitch to a sheep I'll roll you bitches up, no Swisher Sweet He lickin' me from the crack to my feet Wanna go south, but I might take him east