Correction Lyrics Welcome To the West (Radio Edit) by Mila J

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Welcome to the West

Throw it up for the homies in the khakis and chucks
It's Mila J in this b*t*h 'bout to act the f**k up
Pullin' up on my opps in a Lambo truck
It's Killahpride worldwide, you can say that's us
West coast forever, better than any compet**or
I'm a terror with these bars, I'm the best in America
Mothaf**ka you can call Tyrone and Erykah
On my Schwarzenegger sh*t, a b*t*h ah body a predator (Yeah)
The swag drip heavy, forgive me for being petty
I ain't reach my apex yet, y'all ain't ready
See the money fall from the sky like confetti
I'm in the hood servin 'em sweets like Lil' Debbie
'64 Impala, my shoes is all chrome
Rollin' stone, where I kick off my shoes is my home
Mad latto, grabba leaf, sippin' Patron
Spaced out in the zone, originals can't be cloned
Heartbreaker b*t*h, you better cuff your n***a
'Cause when I'm in the room, you can't trust your n***a
Wettest of the West, I'm a gangsta in the flesh
I'm the b*t*h they try to emulate, who want flex? (Yeah)

You can't be serious homie, game recognize game
'Cause where I come from they bang (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
They call me Supernova, my lines in your veins
Welcome to L.A., what set you claim? (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
California
Yeah, we in that golden state of mind
California
Nothin' like that Cali sunshine
California, California
Nobody party, they don't party
Like we party, like we party
Welcome to the Westside

God damn it, I can rhyme, who f**king with me?
Pretty b*t*h squeeze three at your cherry M3
Bang any rap b*t*h easily
Young and I'm flawless but I kick real sh*t like OG's
Slauson to Western, Normandie to Crenshaw
West Coast b*t*hes where you at? This the roll call
City of the angels, home of the face card
Hair bomb, nails bomb and the weed so bomb
I'm a God not a demigod, spit church like a synagogue (Yeah)
Got bars to take out ten of y'all (Yeah)
Word to Snoop double G, I'm forever blue'd up (Yeah)
B*t*hes need to back the f**k up or get chewed up (Yeah)
R.I.P. Nipsey, Dodgers, Lakers, Rams ride with me
Put on for the city, sip with me 'til we p*ssy
Then walk in stilettos in pure form, yeah, I stay on my Cripsy
You can't be serious homie, game recognize game
'Cause where I come from they bang (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
They call me Supernova, my lines in your veins
Welcome to L.A., what set you claim? (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

California
Yeah, we in that golden state of mind
California
Nothin' like that Cali sunshine
California, California
Nobody party, they don't party
Like we party, like we party
Welcome to the Westside

Welcome Westside
Mila, la-la J, Mila, la-la J, let's ride
Mila, la-la J, Mila, la-la J
Mila, la-la J, let's ride
Mila, la-la J, let's roll
Mila, la-la J, let's ride
Mila, la-la J, let's roll
Let's ride

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