Ray Mysterio - Westside Gunn, CONWAY THE MACHINE, The Alchemist

Ray Mysterio - Westside Gunn, CONWAY THE MACHINE, The Alchemist

Год
2023
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
203500

Zemāk ir dziesmas vārdi Ray Mysterio , izpildītājs - Westside Gunn, CONWAY THE MACHINE, The Alchemist ar tulkojumu

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Ray Mysterio

Westside Gunn, CONWAY THE MACHINE, The Alchemist

Turn Judas for them Yeezy Season 3s

The pump’s in the sleeves, don’t make a nigga reach

Coke look bleach, a posse of folks by the scene

Bust and duck, take a shit, stink (Shit stink, nigga)

Same night off for a week

Off-White collab, the MAC hangin' out the Lambo Jeep (Brrr)

If you slip, I better catch yo' ass

Get you 32 real fast (Real fast)

My nigga this Hall and Nash

The imperial

Everything we shoot got no serials

This fly shit through your stereos

Coupe flip like Ray Mysterio (Now Listen)

You fuck niggas don’t hear me though

This that Fashion Avenue flow

Get it like tuna and blow it then we blow

They can’t do nothin' but respect us (Ow! Ow! Ow!)

Man listen, we got EmpresSil

Tie it to the blood clot (Betta watch yo' head)

Look, nigga rappin' that’s half as ill that can match the skill that’s half as

real

Niggas be sayin «Con you have to chill»

'Cause I be spazzin' still, I swear these sucka niggas weird

Rap is good, but I will clap 'em still and fuck up my career

I ain’t worried 'bout a jail, don’t give a fuck about them years

Wild until I get the needle or I fuckin' get the chair

You got a blicky, but you pussy niggas bust it out of fear

My shooter in fatigues, shawty like me huntin' for a deal, yeah (Boom, boom)

Run down on you and fire twice

The bullet wound lookin' like a lion bite

Bullets lookin' like a half a stick of dynamite

I was buyin' guns when you other niggas was buyin' Nikes

Rhymer likes Esco when the '90s flow raw as a line of white

I beat your favorite rapper with an iron pipe (Okay)

In the winter, fly to LA, where the climate right

Fuckin' the kinda hoes you’ll never fuck in your entire life (Hahaha)

Versace belt just to tuck the ratchet (Uh-huh)

You can smell the piss on them bricks before I bust the plastic (Okay)

Shooters lurkin' for you, they in fuckin' traffic (They lurkin')

They won’t rest until they put you in a fuckin' casket, ugh!

(Brrr)

You had to really, really do something to get killed

Let’s take it right on on

You said good for what?

Bottom line (Bottom line)

Word up

It’s a whole different world

The fuck is that?

Fuck you talkin' 'bout?

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