Dear Winter Bloody Fiegs - Westside Gunn

Dear Winter Bloody Fiegs - Westside Gunn

Альбом
Hitler's Dead
Год
2018
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
301450

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Dear Winter Bloody Fiegs

Westside Gunn

Dear Winter

Can’t wait to see you again

Hitler Wears Hermes Three

Rest in peace Machine Gun Black

Ayo

My man just came home from doing twenty flat

He already back to selling crack

He look at me and said «this all that he know»

Rocking sasquatch fabrics from head to toe

The cloth we was cut from it’s still loyalty

Twelve gold slugs, Chanel mask you know it’s me

(I'll blow your fucking head off yo…)

Twelve gold slugs, Chanel mask you know it’s me

Fly as a pelican, benevolent

Drug money infectious, we whipping up extras

My man got killed for two pounds of

My kicks cost that, it hurt for me to see his kids

I’m from a city where everybody got ten bodies

Burberry trench covering the chopped shottie

Niggas had buck shots in every part of 'em

Yeah they might be fly now but I fathered them

Call for neighbor dealers carving bricks

Low top Margiela’s looking marvelous

Style was Cristal foul, fountains of ace

Leave 'em shot floating in it like Scarface

You broke my heart when you killed Frank

(Remember when Tony shot Pussy on the boats yo?)

You broke my heart when you killed Frank

(Seemed like yesterday I was running guns)

Ayo, Sly still got four lives left

Four leaf me to the night checks

Ricardo, lemon squeeze, fifty shot TEC

Shot fourty five hanging out the Murciélago

Praying for tomorrow

A lot of niggas never seen eighteen

My young boy favorite color stay green

Thirty years on the triple beam

Broke the slot machines out in Medellin

My man just came home from doing twenty flat

He already back to selling crack

He look at me and said «this all that he know»

Rocking Sasquatch fabrics from head to toe

The cloth we was cut from is still loyalty

Twelve gold slugs, Chanel mask you know it’s me

(I don’t give a fuck who you is you ain’t fucking with me yo)

Twelve gold slugs, Chanel mask you know it’s me

«I am Warhol.

I am the No. 1 most impactful artist of our generation.

I am Shakespeare in the flesh.

Walt Disney, Nike, Google -- now who’s going to

be the Medici family and stand up and let me create more or do you want to

marginalize me until I’m out of my moment»

I’m sniffing gun powder

Ayo one rack be yola

Them Bathing Ape Coca Cola

Dropped a tear when Ghost shot Roller

Spikes on the camouflage loafers

Lord everything kosher

Shot a hundred rounds, the whole hood woke up

Kick in the door for the raw

Shoot your baby mother in the forehead

Started off with a double up

Buck fifty your kids, they face will bubble up

Nigga, ain’t nobody safe

Rose gold R8, who wanna race me?

We’ll be rich forever

If the dog food tasty, I’m Azie

MCM bucket in the mall scene

No jump shots so we off king

Joakim Noah when I post up

Leave his body freezing like a cold cut

Machine got killed it had me fucked up

I ain’t been the same since let me sniff

I was shackled on that bus taking trips

You broke niggas get a bottle and take midget sips

Give me a case of everything

The triple beam like a wedding ring

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