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letra de 500 dollar ounces - westside gunn

[intro: freddie gibbs]
yeah, yeah, kane joint
uh, mic check, check
yeah, mic check, check
uh, yeah, yeah, mic check, check
yeah, uh, uh, mic check, check
yeah, uh, n-gga, check, check
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: freddie gibbs]
it’s been a long time since i tasted
workin’ that hot plate, cookin’ in my homeboy bas-m-nt
the lambo knocked the coke off the table, that n-gga waste it
i showed him the new straps, the ak with the green laser (bling)
i’m on some street sh-t, my baby mama tweet sh-t to stir up my haters
i’m like, “why she wanna stick me for my paper?”, but f-ck it, that’s life
it’s what you make it, one day you gon’ meet your maker
kobe died, i swear a n-gga might cry when i watch the lakers, d-mn
all our mamas would watch us, boy, we was neighbors
but how you look a n-gga mom in the face when you shot her baby? (bow)
i got skeletons in my bas-m-nt, right next to balenciaga
call me fred dibiase, garage is a million dollars, my noggin
yeah, it’s just the way that god be plannin’ sh-t
i drop a load, i take a load off, that’s load management
the last lap, i dropped the ho off and bagged a spanish b-tch
pulled out the d-ck, she snort the coke off, i’m livin’ lavishly
yeah, kane, huh, b-tch n-gga, you know what it is, baby, yeah

[verse 2: roc marciano]
told you from the go
told you from the get go
you ain’t gotta go home, but you gotta go
uh, ain’t no ls on my jacket
the mac-11 hit your melon and crack it (crack it)
ain’t no pass for that in that medicine cabinet (no)
can’t mess with whatever’s in that gelatine tablet (f-ck that)
ten metal fragments can flip your skeleton backwards (flip ’em)
all you seen after that was blackness (mmm)
this ain’t no backpack sh-t, he slangs half a brick
b-tch, you need to ease back a bit, the trench has cactus pins (ow)
the seats in the benz lenny kravitz skin, we’ll get your cabbage split (tan sh-t)
it don’t matter what establishment, we in it (we gettin’ shipped the f-ck out)
always get the biggest chicken wing, you don’t get to eat on one onion ring
at least a hundred jesus links underneath the mink
yellow bugatti, look like a bumblebee, compressor on the front to m-ffle the heat
the submachine gun, it come with the beam amongst other things that’s unseen
to run with me, you need sunscreen cream, see i’m covered in bling (bling)
motherf-cker, ain’t no shade, even under the trees where the monkeys swing (ah-ah-ah)
the murder one money green, i’m runnin’ the company like a drug ring
livin’ comfortably off of gutter and stank
that fell upon me once i was done with the streets (uh)
you still scheme in public, p, let me bring you up to speed
you get your wig spun like a tumbleweed in belize, i get on the beat and bleed (bleed)
sacrifice of livin’ and bein’ to please deities
them were vvs, flood the big nefertiti piece

[verse 3: westside gunn]
ayo, i had the rusty .45, i had the mac too (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brr, i had the mac too, brr)
you hang with a rat, you a rat too (you’s a rat too)
we used to chip in on the big, bag it up, that’s my rent
you take a shift, i take a shift, the feds come, raise my kids
take my phone, keep the l!cks goin’, never bust a brick open (ah)
twelve, twelve baggers was baggin’, flaggin’
rick owens over pots, hand me some ice, he left the fridge open
i’m tryna see my kids grow up, y’all n-ggas’ ribs showin’
god made light, dolce gabbana on my [?] like day and night (day and night)
my young n-ggas’ll take your life (boom, boom, ah, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
eastside n-ggas’ll never change (will never change)
brick come through and spill your brains (brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brr)

- westside gunn

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