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letra de bautista - westside gunn

[verse 1]
ayy, yo, let’s h-t an island, gave the mac to the pilot
stepping on the c-ke sb’s, nicky diamonds
you couldn’t walk a mile in, put the barrel on his eyelid
you f-ck n-gg-s can’t rhyme here, no timeshare
the new king of new york, i be your highness
so many fake n-gg-s, i can’t tell the difference
broad day, bullets back and forth like table tennis
my main shooter yayo sniffing
hundred thou’ on his books, he lost weight in prison
he came home just to lay on n-gg-s (ah)
they f-cking with us, how you figure, n-gg-?
caught him coming from the shower, had to rip him
praise both or it’s sacrilegious
mathematicians, money machines broke
fiends overdosing over dishes
don’t owe us or get your mom smoked
power drive them off the fourth rope, that n-gg- spine broke
lord learn your lessons
bulletproof beneath the heron preston, airhole tec’s
hopping out the bushes when you least expect it

[chorus]
my n-gg- surfin’ on the wraith, shootin’ out the roof
mister hit his baby moms, bullet hit her coupe
fiend locked up in the bathroom tryna shoot
n-gg- fell and hit the sink, knocked out your tooth

[verse 2]
ayy yo, mac interstellar, a gauge storms and cooked the brick
lagerfeld umbrella, my bagger got a nasal drip
hazel 6 picked me out the lineup ’cause i had the fish
package flip, peace to tio, that n-gg- active crip, got a grip
blew his brains out, now he back to licks, half the sh-t, p-ssy
that’s why i keep the rubber grip
undercover parker, who could f-ck with this? ill-strious
somebody hand me the plate, you’re sniffin’ dust and sh-t
double pack stuffed with bics, match the wrap, parker
coupe 300, meet the bodybag, hustler
make sure the work clean, talkin’ pinesol
rocking all this giant candy like the lights off
double pack stuffed with bics, match the wrap, parker
coupe 300, meet the bodybag, hustler
make sure the work clean, talkin’ pinesol
rocking all this giant candy like the lights off

[chorus]
ayy yo, my n-gg- surfin’ on the wraith, shootin’ out the roof
mister hit his baby moms, bullet hit her coupe
fiend locked up in the bathroom tryna shoot
this n-gg- fell and hit the sink, knocked out his tooth

- westside gunn

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