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letra de east miami - westside gunn

[intro: westside gunn]
yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: westside gunn & estee nack]
ayo, yo, you k!ll one of us, we k!lling ten of y’all
shooters on each corner of my trap like the pentagon
got the walkie-talkie, papi ’bout to send a bomb
i had to facetime him, he wore a prada jumper on the phone
tennis necklace on tennis necklace
don’t make me have to come and tag team your whole sh-t in balenciaga triple s’s
still smell burgers on my wednesday tray
y’all latе sayin’ i’m ill, i’ve been this way (ah)
you ever rob tеn bricks and sold ten bricks all in a day?
slim jim hit his stem, flew right outer sp-ce
looked at my man and seen hate in his face
touched my soul ’cause if i k!ll him, a heart gon’ break
rubbed the pyrex, granted my first wish
no investigation please on the first hundred thousand bricks
know the rules, can’t say something, get your family tree chopped
allah first, n-ggas readin’ qurans up in key block
touch super flygod, heard wrong
fly from heroin sales, if they pull us over, stay calm
big poodie driving three hours just to have a vision on the tv
now all these rap n-ggas wanna be me (wanna be me)
i need a bouquet of martine roses
the pain always come from the people that’s closest (uh)
that’s why i pray six times a day and stay focused
tom ford b-tton-up, but the b-ttons open by the ocean (yeah)
[interlude: estee nack]
woah (yeah, yeah)
yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
woah (woah)
yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, uh-huh)
woah (nack man)
yeah (the greatest)
it’s amazing (feel the essence)
son (yeah)

[verse 2: estee nack]
addicts blow the phone (ring)
polaroid picture, i’m stacking provolone
customer cooking methamphetamines out of his mobile home
loading zone (back it up)
my dogs move as soon as i throw the bone
n-ggas is looking like you could hold a loan (toma)
indo’ cologne, cobra skin
rest in peace soulja slim
knowledge of self will show me the gold within
got the ball rolling, now we knockin’ down b-tches like bowling pins (mami)
whatever the motion, we having dough to spend (ching)
roam the city in stealth mode (yeah)
black and white adidas sh-ll toe (i’m out)
coppers tryna make charges stick to me like velcro (woo)
tryna sell coke, powder form or solid, excel dough
ounces or elbows
cuddy wanna cuff, i said, “h-ll no” (nah)
nah, son, it’s a human science (word)
you front that addict the package, you tryna lose the client (adlib)
now let me summarize (listen)
he take a hit and catch b-tterflies
why pay you back when he could just keep it and spend his sh-t on the next hit he get from the other guy?
nullify (word)
f-ck you expect, homie? he’s double fried (he cooked)
when he walked in his crib past ten o’clock in the morning, his wife and kid seen him and they was horrified (boo)
[outro: estee nack]
woah, yeah (woah, yeah)
da-da-da (la cosa de la vida)
big slime, slime
slime

- westside gunn

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