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lirik lagu brikolai volkoff - westside gunn

[intro: westside gunn]
rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah (grrt, la música de harry fraud)
yeah, yeah (grrt, grrt)
f~ckin’ boogeyman, n~gga
rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah
grrt
rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah (greatest curator of all time, n~gga)
grrt (super flygod)

[verse 1: westside gunn & stove god cooks]
ayo, call me god for short
i’m from the east side where we shoot sh~t (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
if he gotta go, he gotta go
in a pot deep, elbows touchin’
tony figured for a joke for the last rock, now you’re on crutches (ah)
’26 gt, i did a hundred just to wake it up (skrrt)
mayo jars had the yay twirlin’, i had to shake it up (ah, ha~ha~ha~ha)

[chorus: stove god cooks]
you broke, you p~ssy (woo)
if they ask you if i’m still cookin’, tell ’em
“you broke, you p~ssy” (tell ’em, don’t tell ’em nothin’)
if they ask you if i’m still cookin’, tell ’em (woo, no, no, no, no)
“you fake, you p~ssy” (brrt, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
if they ask you if i’m still cookin’, tell ’em, “no” (woo)
but i can gеt it to you whole, thirty~six o’s
if you touch the hem of thе louis coat
b~tch, you owe me (woo)
b~tch, you owe me (woo)
[verse 2: stove god cooks]
if they ask you who run sh~t, you better have it set up (you better said me)
go to war wi— you better have your bread up (brrt, bap, bap, bap)
f~ck around and get wet up (brrt, bap, bow)
put so much money on your top, pac can’t help you keep your f~ckin’ head up (ha~ha~ha~ha)
amalfi coast in the big row
we was tryna buy 30s, said i only got ten on me (i did, yeah)
believed it when they said they didn’t owe me (woo)
why would i be talkin’ to them n~ggas? i was droppin’ work on they big homie (woo)
half an ounce in the water just to test it (keep goin’)
courtside, powder on the triple lashes (keep goin’)
footprints on a brick, i ain’t lost a step
all these k!ller rappers, i might put ’em together and wear ’em to the met (ah, huh, stove)

[chorus: stove god cooks]
you broke (brrt), you p~ssy (bap, bap, bap, woo)
if they ask you if i’m still cookin’, tell ’em
“you broke, you p~ssy” (tell ’em, don’t tell ’em nothin’)
if they ask you if i’m still cookin’, tell ’em (woo, no, no, no, no)
“you fake, you p~ssy” (brrt, bap, bap)
if they ask you if i’m still cookin’, tell ’em, “no” (woo)
but i can get it to you whole (get it), thirty~six o’s
if you touch the hem of the louis coat
b~tch, you owe me (woo)

[outro: stove god cooks & eastside flip]
b~tch, i’m luther vandross with a brick
six hundred on my neck
f~ck wrong with these n~ggas? griselda (griselda)
i got a cross on my stomach from that random old shooting
n~ggas tryna k!ll me, what the f~ck i’m doing?
tryna get to it, got me hit in the leg
tryna take me out, make your p~ssy ass mad
one for the head, other chest and the leg
baby girl wanna f~ck the best, that’s too bad
talkin’ to my motherf~ckin’ n~gga, get you hit
.45 slugs comin’ out the chamber quick
i should’ve told you now that you don’t want no beef
solitary side, holler n~gga in the streets
when you play a 9, n~gga, you gon’ feel the heat
thirty f~ckin’ rounds as i put ’em straight to sleep
f~l~i~p, f~ck, if you know the name
og eastside flip, boy, i’ll blow your, blow your brain

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