Spanish Jesus - Westside Gunn, CrimeApple

Spanish Jesus - Westside Gunn, CrimeApple

Год
2018
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
165750

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Spanish Jesus

Westside Gunn, CrimeApple

I’m stuffing chavo in my pantalones

Mami nervous, 'fore I leave, she holler, «Bendiciones»

This just made my rate double like the fucking chorus (woah)

Hard to ignore this, dog, my aura never looking porous

I said a prayer for every smoker twitching

'Cause what good is faith when there’s no intention?

(Woah)

I turned my dirty kitchen into pole position

Brother betrayed me, I guess we going fishing (I guess)

Condescending Fed reaching, look like John Turturro

And I still counted sheep like the census bureau

Demonic stallions with the fatty said I oughta wife it

Instead it’s Ubers, Lyfts and taxis when I get the vice grip

Where the fuck was you when everything was looking frightening?

(Huh?)

I only had a bottom bitch who’d never burned the rices

Now my ambition is indifference to any prices

While maintaining recognition that my time is priceless (oh my)

Made my soul comfy, found a new balance

Rather let karma kill you, I don’t do malice (nah)

Focused on the paper, put a pencil to it

Wallet getting chubby like Botero drew it (woah)

Mastering my craft, help me stack the cheese

So I stay away from rats who fold like the back of knees (woah)

You just make sure that the package clean

Or meet a couple knuckleheads who all pack Febreze (woah)

Ayo, the black Jesus speaking, turned one brick to two

Fiends tweaking, high tops from a Yeezy Season

Please believe I’m on a Yves St. diet

Bagging raw, what’s the science?

Three of them just died

If they want it, let 'em buy it, up at Barney’s, caused a riot

Jewelry on me, bullets flying, got my niggas in confinement

Took a oath for all the silence, few wrinkles, get the iron

Know his mama house, let’s fry it, should be bitching for the Bisons (grr)

Grisel patches on the New Era

Sporting new Vera up in MOMA, drive-bys, money blue Carreras

You can never sink my ship

Rhymes fish, my white bitch like to sniff off my dick

Made a wish, free Sly, free Ike

Free Irie, free Black, free Mike, free Cs

I barely sleep at night (Free my niggas)

I keep it on me every day even when I pray yay (boom boom boom boom boom boom)

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