West Coast Weekend Lyrics latest English song by Ed Sheeran. Lyrics were written by Bruce Washington, Calvin Broadus, Ernest Black, Johnny Lee Jackson, Keenon Dequan Ray Jackson, Larry Blackmon, Matthew Dean Burdette, Michael Ray Stevenson, Nathaniel HaleThomas Michael, Tomi Jenkins, Tupac Shakur, Yafeu Fula, and Produced by Mike Crook and Ryan OG
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West Coast Weekend Song Details
| Song | West Coast Weekend |
| Artist/Singer | Blxst, Tyga and YG |
| Lyrics | Bruce Washington, Calvin Broadus, Ernest Black, Johnny Lee Jackson, Keenon Dequan Ray Jackson, Larry Blackmon, Matthew Dean Burdette, Michael Ray Stevenson, Nathaniel HaleThomas Michael, Tomi Jenkins, Tupac Shakur, and Yafeu Fula |
| Produced | Mike Crook and Ryan OG |
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West Coast Weekend Music
West Coast Weekend Lyrics
Aye
It’s a party on the weekend
Got a lil’ shorty we creepin’
Throw some in my cup
But I still can’t show no love
I got hoes for every season
Shawty want to play she leavin’
Don’t try to say what’s up
When you see a n*gga in the club, girl
Probably shadier than the last trick
But I ain’t trippin’ on this b*tch
‘Cause I know your type
Girl you on some clout shit (Straight up)
I can’t complain ’cause I have fun
It’s just my luck when I get a girl I always want another one
New coupe, it’s a drop top, it’s how we livin’
Chrome Hearts, diamond cross for my religion
You could be rollin’ wit’ a thug (Thug)
You said you want a IG, lookin’ for a n*gga who gone show you love
I see you watchin’, know you want it
When shorty climb on top, throw that ass on me, show me how you get up on it
I’m still faded from last night
I know you bought a slim thick body on you but you keep it tight
You leavin’ wit’ me or baby you fakin’
All this envy enough, they see the money I’m makin’
Is it true what they tellin’ me? (What they say)
Every hoe in LA want a n*gga who can rap, dress like me
Don’t call back ’cause I’m cool wit’ it
Hit once, then I’m done, have fun, I need a new feelin’
Still love that lil’ thing you do
When it’s late you can slide through
Bring a friend too
It’s a party on the weekend
Got a lil’ shorty we creepin’
Throw some in my cup
But I still can’t show no love
I got hoes for every season
Shawty want to play she leavin’
Don’t try to say what’s up
When you see a n*gga in the club, girl
Ass up, face down (Down)
that p*ssy bustin’, greyhound
Don’t play with it, it’s not a playground
Got that Meagan Good, make me stay brown (Brown)
Shorty know I’m wifed up (Wifed up)
But still tryna f*ck, she be tryna f*ck my life up (Life up)
Shorty know I’m piped up (Piped up)
Summertime, this shit don’t milk, but I’m iced up (Iced up)
Once upon a time, she f*cked plenty dudes
Like once upon a time, I was a Henny dude
But now the tequila shots get me in the mood
So if you tryna hit the room, baby, give me two (Two)
Get ratchet, stop actin’
I heard you was known for gettin’ it crackin’ (Get ratchet)
She took clothes off and started laughin’ (Get ratchet)
After that, it was all action
You can have your way (Your way), just don’t play
When I wanna f*ck (Wanna f*ck), just say “Okay”
You be pullin’ up (Pullin’ up), but you be late
How you make a real n*gga wait?
It’s a party on the weekend
Got a lil’ shorty we creepin’
Throw some in my cup
But I still can’t show no love
I got hoes for every season
Shawty want to play she leavin’
Don’t try to say what’s up
When you see a n*gga in the club, girl
You know the vibe baby
(You know the vibes)
I’ve been goin’ live lately
(Sheesh)
This the fifth time I done seen you out
You’ve been outside crazy
But I don’t judge
I know you want to live a little
And it’s just like that
You bounce right back
F*ck with me, let you decide that
No proceed, just a one night
