CyHi The Prynce feat. Kanye West – Dat Side (Lyrics)

Lyrics “Dat Side” by CyHi The Prynce feat. Kanye West

All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side

All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

Got two b*tches bumping clits, that’s a cat fight
I’m riding ’round with the stick, that’s that act right
In here with all my jewels like I’m a Rabbi
Zone 6, East Atlanta, I’m from that side

Uh, I asked the plug for a kilo
He hit me with a brick like I’m Deebo
I charged the high for the zero
But we gon’ keep that on the D-low

Assault rifle with the peephole
It go A-B-A-B-B-B, Mortal Kombat cheat code
And I’m in here with my chico
Might get you whacked, you standing three close
So..

All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side

All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on that side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
I don’t need no allies, I don’t feel the need to fraternize
Yeezys in the field, Yeezys, Yeezys in the field now
Made it to the NBA, we in the NFL now

All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
People claim they praying for you, really, they be preying on you
All this sh*t is weighing on you, don’t look back, they gaining on you

Ye, look down, they aiming for you, all this sh*t is draining on you
And the people claim to know you, put ’em on, get famous on you
Then they go and blame it on you, you just good, they can’t ignore you

Don’t respect who came before ’em and made they lane so I
Pulled a Lambo out and then I went and got it baptized
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
Neighbors said they think I gave the neighborhood a black eye
They too worried ’bout what I’m doing so I gotta keep my grass high

Dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

I’m so anti, I’m so, I’m so anti
Seen my buddy passout, I’m careful who I stand by
All you do is tell stories, you a campfire
You can barely hold your water, you a damn liar

Look at all the haters who came out to see him
I’m fresh to death, my closet is a mausoleum
They don’t like I’m always hopping out of BM’s
They don’t know how many times I coulda loss my freedom

Went from open mics to rocking coliseums
I just bought your b*tch a flight with my per diem
But I would never invite that hoe to my museum
I’m gone by 12 o’clock PM, that just how I treat ’em

So tell them groupie b*tches stand on that side
I call these n*ggas groupies too cause that what n*ggas act like
Stand on that side, I don’t need your advice
Spit my trap like moving weight, I’m a fat guy

Wait, I just wanna see my paper stack like that high
Wait, my girl waist a 28, I like ’em that size
Wait, and them cakes a 38, I like ’em that wide
They ask why I was late, I pointed down and told ’em, that’s why

All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side…

➤ Album: No Dope on Sundays
Produced by Edsclusive & Mark Byrd
CyHi The Prynce 2017

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