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letra de pray for buffalo - westside gunn & conway

[intro]

that’s why i swear man, we rockin’ the name griselda [?] everyday. ain’t no point of rockin’ no other brand, cuz our sh-t flyer than their sh-t anyway

qué poco queda…
qué poco queda…

griselda, by fashion rebels

[verse 1: westside gunn]
on the road to the riches, tri-colored benz’s with interest
balmain moto, eatin’ sotto sotto
cuban links, bolo enter your head, polo for dolo
gunshots manolo, poppin’ pj when i show doe
c0ke prices so-so, 40 for a whole dough
[?] in the microwave, fried rice nice
the greens was creased, jesus piece [?] spinnin’
seems like the lames ain’t want to knock no more, glock in jaw
[?] a n-gga knock it off, top his porche
kick in your door, son’s special, we’ll wet you
all red ralph lookin’ like the devil, we fly n-ggas
tell donna yo we got her, prada rockers
garlic b-tter on the chops and lobsters
ran hammers like [?] sanders
you know the grammar glammer, hid the nine in the hamper
[doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo]

[verse 2: conway]
yeah, it’s all real n-gga, look
all i need is a gun and key
a kush trap where i can see brick money from keys
i don’t f-ck with these rap n-ggas, now they gunnin’ for me
you wouldn’t even be familiar if it wasn’t for me
you can’t even f-ck with the sh-t i don’t write
i got hit in the head, i’m blinkin’ everything on sight
that’s on god n-gga, i ain’t finna fight
i’ma put out your lights and i ain’t even have to hit you twice
same clip, i ain’t reload
n-ggas use the sack to justify not livin’ by the g code
regardless of how much bread in your stash
that won’t stop a junkie from findin’ your head in the trash
i’ll send a shooter to your residence fast
wavin’ the wesson with the vest and a mask
like, “where the rest of the cash?”
look, reject back from h-ll, hit the wax, inhale
clap your sh-ll, griselda jack you with the taxi 12’s, conway

[interlude]
qué poco queda…
qué poco queda…
qué poco queda…

griselda

hey fam, i’m the king of new york, king of the [?]
i’m the king when it comes to puttin’ guns in your mouth

- westside gunn conway

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