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lirik lagu westside gunn - god is love

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[intro: estee nack]
(conductor)
woah, ah~hah
(conductor, we have a problem)
nackie chan, wha~ta! (coño)
yo, son

[verse 1: estee nack]
santo domingo, helpin’ the grasa get to the gringo
as n~ggas watchin’ us shine like kings, bro (shining)
golden ring glow, a lot of blinging, all chingo
all my n~ggas are dogs like dingo (woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)
call the b~tches, the god might mingle (mommy)
pack a forty~fifth and some hard white singles, yeah
forty dollars, a head buster, bell ringer
rake in the paper, the stack of chips are tall like pringles, son (money)
took off a n~gga roof and watch
pieces of him lift and fall like shingles (bah, bah, bah, bah)
pop the cork and toast, the vueve clicquot
we donе made this sh~t work
although it’s n~ggas that got exposed in r.i.c.o. (yеah)
can’t believe he did dirt and really told on his people (he folded)
in the streets, we deal with os of perico (word)
look at this n~gga arm, you can tell by the inside (uh~huh)
his only use for it just to poke it with needles and sh~t (f~ck)
he want it even more if he know if it’s lethal (that’s crazy)
ayo, we came up (uh~huh), what, what? been on my ten toes, yo (nack)
i tap the jumper like it’s dominican dembow bro (jokin’)
i feel invincible when i sit in the benzo (vroom)
got uppers and downers, addies and benzos, yeah
[verse 2: stove god cooks]
diamond dancin’ (uh), nine~hundred and ninety~six grams
we lost a few in the unwrappin’, more in the pan (yeah)
f~ck it, the last twelve, they dropped back like randall cunningham (they did)
i had to hop step on it like ja morant (haha)
then them tear pants with the candles (stove)
scorpions on the carmelo anthony (stove)
they dropped me out the clouds
i landed in coke water in the kitchen sink (woo)
the answer is me (woo)
i told the plug “make sure it’s tia landry
i want it to look like the last one you handed me” (i do)
he hopped out swingin’ the chopper like a canopy (brrt, bah, bah)
i left my soul in the kitchen in my sanity (in my sanity)
the flip phone do a hundred~grand a week
angela bassett, i had it flamin’ in the street (haha)
fork in the pot, you hear the pan tink (tink)
now i move it all hands~free
my b~tch doin’ her make~up in the vanity, look like danileigh (she do)
i bought a chanel bag, just to ride in a sprinter van full of keys

[chorus: stove god cooks]
and when she made it (when she made it)
when she made it (when she made it)
we celebrated when she made it
when she made it, when she made it, stove
[outro: keisha plum]
peace, god
god is love, god
i love god
even with the devil on my shoulder
god is love, flygod is forever
big griselda, bigger villains
one beginning, one ending
(conductor)

[verse: eastside flip & westside gunn]
put the flash on him
benny the butcher, man, how you feel, dawg?
at the top of the world, but it’s still all
my boy westside gunn, n~gga
put me on his d~mn back, said, “get~get ’em”
and never mind what they talkin’ ’bout
real n~ggas pull the money out when the drama out
real n~gga put the money down, the drum out
millionaire, i’ll pull the llama out your mama mouth
take the money out the d~mn bus, you on the couch
put the pistol in your daughter mouth, you on the couch
we gon’ go around the corner with that glock .50
poppin’ off about a hundred at these pop n~ggas
g~wagon and i’m g baggin’
b~tch~ass n~gga talkin’ ’bout he heat clappin’
and i done heard about your p~ssy ass
next time i catch your boy, he rolled up in grass
count the cash, count the cash when i’m livin’ fast
so quick to do the homicide with the mask
take the mask off, broad day a n~gga
what the f~ck you wanna do about that cold k!ller?
chain vicious, what’s the issue ’bout my d~mn dawgs?
my boy, f.n.f, man that’s poppin’ off
low~key, start to call
taboo, motherf~cker, tell these n~ggas we goin’ hard
real n~ggas do real things, but all many
b~tch~ass n~ggas gon’ hate, that’s all in ’em
envy in us n~ggas, that’s jealously, all hate
you’re desperate to see a n~gga upstate
the real in my eyes couldn’t let that sh~t ride
d~i~e as a n~gga swallow his pride
never take my pride or my motherf~ckin’ stripes
knee deep in the bullet, am i, huh?
the game be my wife, the lane be my ice
the .45 steel but a n~gga brain twice
that .9 millimeter revolve a n~gga
got that, got that b~tch poppin’ off, ‘fore i solve you n~ggas
shoutouts to them boys who did that time
twans hat, you my n~gga, i did that line
when the first time i seen that boy go to the earth
the first time i seen that boy go to the birth
.38 special, a k!ller, real right
and every dime who hatin’ the block all night
f.n.f n~gga, f~ck n~ggas finances
while the godd~mn gold frame dances
[outro]
griselda, by fashion rebels


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