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letra de steve and jony - westside gunn & est gee

[intro]
(super flygod)

[chorus: westside gunn]
ayo, model b-tches in my section, one ho tried to touch me (nah)
told that b-tch, “don’t press your luck, you lucky if you suck me” (tay keith, f-ck these n-ggas up)
you ain’t never live like me (uh-uh), get praises by the junkies
you ain’t never live like me, split chi-chis with your bunky (ah)
tasteless n-gga, cc’s all on me and still look bummy (ah)
all this bb on me oversized, i’m lookin’ husky
choppin’ bricks like cobra kai (hiya), hermes plate lookin’ dusty (ah)
i knew i can get a hundred when the plug wife hugged me

[verse 1: westside gunn]
kissed me on both cheeks and said “westside, you look like money” (mwah)
fishbowl on the maybach truck, sippin’ ace while it’s jumpy (ah)
mclaren road, in a mclaren road (skrrt)
you n-ggas is food (ah), see me fashion week june
i’m not in the mood (uh-uh), b-tch, don’t f-ck up my groove (f-ck up my groove)
i f-ck ’em in twos, look at my jewels
studs on balenci’ crocs, look at the shoes (look at the shoes)
i don’t even got no opps (uh-uh), we put ’em on snooze (brrt)
still use a fork in the pot and hundred round tools (hundred round tools)
still use a lock in a sock (ah), we sellin’ that dope (dope)

[chorus: westside gunn]
model b-tches in my section, one ho tried to touch me
told that b-tch, “don’t press your luck, you lucky if you suck me”
you ain’t never live like me (uh-uh), get praises by the junkies
you ain’t never live like me, split chi-chis with your bunky
tasteless n-gga, cc’s all on me and still look bummy (ah)
all this bb on me oversized, i’m lookin’ husky
choppin’ bricks like cobra kai, hermes plate lookin’ dusty (ah, woo)
i knew i can get a hundred when the plug wife hugged me
[verse 2: est gee]
wizard of ozs, geeski laid a brick road out kentucky
led me to the d, pull up from three like rodney stuckey (pull up from the three)
how you sleep at night knowing you sheist’? i tell ’em, “comfy” (i sleep good)
like to bump, no pass when we in the field, should’ve played rugby (like to bump, bump, bump, bump, bump)
ain’t no need to love, love cost pain i think it’s dumpy
jump out on a lame and said my name, my aim ain’t rusty
you gon’ see god, you punch me, knockin’ ‘bows like muggsy
i’m the sh-t, n-ggas can’t flush me, let me thug how i be thuggin’
all my whips is luxury, this your first time seeing it ’cause me
my mom made a gangster, so a gangster how her son be
taught me keep my banger, know it’s haters want her son bleed
told him i’m a snake him, so it’s his fault if he trust me (stupid n-gga)

- westside gunn est gee

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