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lirik lagu westside gunn - boswell

[intro: estee nack]
yeah, baby
uh, yeah, uh (yeah, son)
you won’t get nip on a plum for me (no)
you wanna bah~bah, you get shunned for free (baow)
palomo (son), conmigo no (toma)
i been tellin’ y’all motherf~ckers, man (i been, i been, for real)
n~ggas been tellin’ y’all motherf~ckers, man, but y’all don’t wanna be a witness, man (we wasn’t lyin’)
y’all infidels (uh~huh)
and i’m the greatest (and i’m the greatest, son)
(woo)
uh~huh, ayo (chan)

[verse 1: estee nack]
360 vision, eyes mocha (i’m watchin’)
sammy sosa, make it lightskin, add the mix and refine coca (get it?)
design sculptures (building)
acetone, nicaragua, nine smoker (smoke)
rhyme dope~ia (uh~huh)
super saiyan, time ultra (doo~doo~doo)
sprint across thе finish, i’ll be closer (i’m out)
death squad, a fiat alignеd with soldiers, yo
crack mami chocha (mami)
critical, crack his composure, ‘nother headshot just for closure
finito, this over
no bulto, quick to drop a b~tch like a civic (she’s outta here)
hatchback, f~ck around, you get laughed at
nasdaq numbers, and i been hustlin’ fast track (movin’)
you ass~backwards for thinkin’ you get half that
my man got a ‘tega, like 50k in his backpack (brr)
let ’em build
mello yello, them blueberry pills (oh, yeah)
ain’t no attitude, i be very chill (i’m coolin’)
but still throw your baby mother off a ferris wheel (yoom)
forty~five steel, better still (yeah)
sh~t go down, f~ck it, it’s heaven will
drug game, bust a 7~eleven drill (trap)
beggin’ and stealin’ sh~t might get him k!lled (word)
enemies headed for the hills
they takin’ l’s like benadryl, son
[interlude: estee nack & westide gunn]
for real, son
you can’t f~ck with the gods (bah~bah~bah~bah~bah~baow)
toma
this sh~t for you (coño), uh~huh
for real, though
toma, nackman
brrt (super flygod)

[verse 2: westside gunn]
ayo, my sauconys glowin’, fiends coppin’ and goin’ (ah)
baggin’ in a louis ski suit like it’s snowin’ (mm)
n~gga took a sniff, ripped his shirt like he hogan (sniff)
cells popped, a six~inch for three, he was poked up (ah)
blew a kiss at the ceo like i’m gold dust (woo)
always us, i don’t even know what he thrown up (mm)
coughin’ up blood, meet the legend of big dump (ah)
greg lauren gloves mismatched with a big drum (boom, boom, boom)
havin’ powwows, each one gon’ teach one (ah)
i don’t know spanish, but for work, i’ma speak some (woo)
devil tryna change god plan, tryna tweak somethin’ (woo)
i was on the grind, same sacai for a week~plus (mm)
i was on the grind, cavalli mask and a g pump (ah)
ocean 44 in scottsdale tryna eat lunch
’25 ferrari truck, jumpin’ from speed bumps (skrrt)
ever since pray for paris, n~ggas can’t keep up (uh~uh)
n~gga dropped a brick on the floor, had to sweep up (woo)
murakami lv case for my teacup, woah (woo)
[interlude: stove god cooks]
uh, uh
uh

[verse 3: stove god cooks]
see no evil, third eye covered, but i hear ’em call me (ah)
wicked ways for the cash, still the demons haunt me (they do)
steven victor off his laugh and with a kilo on me
if i wasn’t rappin’, i’d be cookin’ in your b~tch apartment (i swear)
you think she raw, we still treat her like she stepped on
you know the cocaine lexicon is extra long (they can’t f~ck with me)
they throwin’ rocks at the sky, i hear they got a lot to say (p~ssy)
but it’s quiet when i pull up, i’m the tesla guy (brr)
we dyin’ to crash out, the airbags louis vuitton (haha)
before i landed, boy, that sh~t wasn’t doin’ the job (that sh~t wasn’t)
you know that scorpion put air in the tires (we did), you couldn’t open the locks
we brought the money, power, the mm—
you know the key to life, i still have adidas nights
where i can’t let the yay go, you know, i still end up deep in white (i do)
my mama told me not to touch the stove, she was right (sorry, mama)
thousand~gram wizard, glass pot blizzard (woo)
marni bigfoot on the pedal, speed the benz up (woo)
so much blow in these coke wings, sh~t lift me up (go)
yeah, them broke n~ggas envy us
keep ’em over there, sh~t, i just had to linger (woo)
these n~ggas wanna be me bad (yeah)
talk like me, walk like me (woo), cook like me, look like me, braids like me (i swear)
coke~white yacht through the foggy water, waves like me (haha)
i don’t even need the boat, hop out and walk on the water
my plug stuck at the border (d~mn), how i’m supposed to get the order?
10k for the court seats and i only stayed for a quarter
[outro: stove god cooks]
i had sh~t to do
stove

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