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lirik lagu westside gunn & peezy – freddy js

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[intro: westside gunn, dj holiday & dj drama]
h~holiday season
yo, nineteen in the fn, one in the head
sleep good every night, all them n~ggas is dead
holiday season, b~tch
hahahaha, you know who it is, dj holiday
as i sip my pino grigio on you broke ass n~ggas
i was just wondering, did you miss me?

[verse 1: westside gunn & dj holiday]
yo, nineteen in the fn, one in the head (yeah)
sleep good every night, all them n~ggas is dead (good)
“can’t n0body f~ck with me,” n~gga, i said (ah)
h~llcat red and the maybach red (let’s go)
new rover red and the g~wagon red (skrrt)
few hit his dreads, hit his chest, hit his legs (brrt, brrt)
came to f~ck your b~tch on the jet, i’m a player (ah)
virgil gave me this, i ain’t even gon’ wear it (uh~uh)
switches make these dirty motherf~ckers get to sprayin’ (brrt, brrt)
n~ggas crawling under cars, seen a couple n~ggas prayin’
still got them sh~ts duck taped, i’m the man (i’m the man)
i could change your life for thirty grand (ah)
all these diamonds on me, they don’t even understand
i’m a eastside n~gga, freddy j with the pan (whip)
seen him on chippewa, sh~t hit the fan (brrt)
then i sped off in a lamb’ with big lan’ (skrrt)
same n~ggas hating, they was fans, they was fans (ah)
hit every house on his block, i ain’t playin’ (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
[interlude: dj holiday & dj drama]
i’m just sayin’, do you hear that?
h~holiday season
you know, it’s some real street sh~t goin’ on
westside gunn
ayo, peezy, get ’em

[verse 2: peezy]
ghetto boyz, we with that gangster sh~t (yeah)
pull up, spank a b~tch
might just slime you out, need a handkerchief (yeah)
they come when you least expect it, you gotta be thinkin’ quick
i’m out here chasin’ my dreams
i came a long way, i was chasing fiends (yeah, i got him right here)
you and me in a different league, my pants is k, these chrome heart jeans (f~ck boy)
might see me out shoppin’ in paris, i’m buying this sh~t, i might not even wear it (for real)
all this rick owen, don’t know what to wear (uh~huh)
i’m not wearing amiri, got too many pairs (yeah)
the room i’m at is a thousand a night
gotta call security to get upstairs
told my ho, “if you f~ck me tonight, i’ll take you shopping and pay for your hair”
if i ever send n~ggas to get you, they going up top, they ain’t grazing your lid
when the feds sn~tched me off the plane, i told ’em, “let’s do it, i’m sleepy as h~ll” (no lie)
know some n~ggas was sick that i’m winning, you know and it’s f~ck ’em, i tell ’em get well (n~gga)
my crib so motherf~ckin’ big, i make the wrong turn and get lost upstairs (yeah)
they ever get wind ’bout sh~t that we did, we gettin’ the chair (shh)
i put out the word, ain’t n0body spared (uh~huh)
he blow off your head then cut off his dreads (i cut off his dreads)
i come from nothing to somethin’, i hold my wrist in the air, i’m celebratin’ (yeah)
call that ghetto elevation (yeah)
i got rich, no education, n~gga
[outro: dj holiday & peezy]
catch my n~gga in the uk (what’s that? what’s up, n~gga?)
dolce gabbana robe and sh~t (ghetto)
might be with yo’ b~tch
hahaha, holiday season, westside gunn
classic


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