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letra de eastergunn day 4 freestyle - westside gunn

[intro: keisha plum]
cleanse my hands in holy water
hallelujah, hallelujah
they taught us patience in them scriptures
yet the streets made us vicious
hoodie pastel, scorpion and scales
double shots of d’ussé, blunt filled with pluto
and we love to torture slow
tried to pray that devil away
cut his tongue, since he has so much to say
what the f-ck you n-ggas thought?
it’s easter gunnday

[skit: 50 cent]
griselda

[verse 1: westside gunn]
ayo, hopped out the fiend rental (skrrt)
drug deals cover my mental, fear of god sweatsuits very essential
tec-12 with the silencers on ’em, you hear the whistle (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
mercedes wagens, no door, randy savage
east side survivor series, lost the coke [?] patrick (ah)
essential bookin’, all my jewels on, it look like virgil cooked it
on balconies, ocean overlookin’ (ah)
ten bags, twelve bags, the red helicopter doin’ the helipad
you h-lla mad, i’m rockin’ sh-t you ain’t never had (uh-uh)
the margiela stella bag (ah), givenchys with the leather tag
pino carrara h-lla fast (skrrt), the sh-t’ll never last
mcm avalanche, the pole kevin nash (ah, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
bodies was tradition, wishin’ (ah)
i could see my n-ggas locked in prison again, f-ck the system (f-ck the system)
scream “free kutter” ’til they free him (free kutter, ah), carpe diem
shootin’ out the grey bm (skrrt), tryna whip the coke on easter (whip)
rose gold patek, rose gold jesus with my features
skeletons, we robbin’ nieman’s (ah)
your family had you in the casket lookin’ half-decent
in trinidad with two b-tches, freaky, one puerto rican (woo)
slam the b-tch like tito santana (ah)
we was in the taliban, n-ggas baggin’ grams up (ah)
i used to drive them highpoints up from atlanta (ah, skrrt)
reclinin’ in the 600, leanin’ off the fanta (ah)
terrell snitched on me, had a n-gga in the slammer (ah)
and [?] lunch at dan tana’s (ah)
i don’t wanna shoot unless your sh-t got a banana (brr, brr, ah, brr)
hundred round drum but i don’t think you understand ’em (ah, brr)
[interlude: westside gunn & mach-hommy]
easter gunnday 4, n-gga (brr)
and i don’t give a f-ck about none of these n-ggas, lord
(flygod)
man, f-ck these n-ggas (la, la la la, la la)
you know how much f-ckin’ money i made since part 3, n-gga? (la, la la la, la la)
i’m not payin’ attention to these n-ggas, man (la)
i don’t give a f-ck about none of this sh-t, man (f-ck ’em)
i do what i do (i do what i do, ah)
everything i f-ckin’ do, n-ggas steal it, man (ooh)
i can’t have sh-t, n-gga (can’t have sh-t, n-gga)
y’all n-ggas is f-ckin’ bums, man (f-ckin’ bums, do your own sh-t, n-gga)
my motherf-ckin’ dog richer than you n-ggas, man (word to westside angel)
my dog eat better food than you, n-gga (peace to westside angel)
and i don’t even know what you- listen
n-ggas be talkin’ sl!ck sh-t in these f-ckin’ interviews, man (ah)
i seen that sh-t, man, i laughed, though (hahaha)
i was in the f-ckin’ back of a cullinan, n-gga (hahahaha)
and i know what y’all n-ggas drivin’ (la, la la la, la la, la)
but look, you know what season it is (ah, know what f-ckin’ season)
hitler wears hermes motherf-ckin’ 8, n-gga (brr)
sincerely adolf (brr, ah)
i’m ’bout to f-ck the whole world up again (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
listen, part 7 was better than y’all n-ggas catalogs, man (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
came right back, did pray for paris (ah)
i do this sh-t with no effort, n-gga (with no effort, n-gga)
i’m ’bout to move to paris, n-gga, just start paintin’ (oui, oui)
this rap sh-t too easy
how the f-ck you gon’ be the best at some sh-t that you don’t even wanna do? (the f-ckin’ goat, n-gga)
(flygod)
and y’all n-ggas try hard to get to this sh-t (f-ckin’ catch up, i’m the f-ckin’ goat, n-gga)
i would say “take my spot”, but then i’d be a f-ckin’ bum (la, la la la, la la, can’t do that)
i would switch spots, but then i’d be a f-ckin’ bum (la, la la la, la la, can’t do that)
but, yo, after 8, we droppin’ pray for haiti (ah, ah)
you know what that mean, right? (ayo, brr, ah)
[verse 2: mach-hommy]

[outro: mach-hommy]

- westside gunn

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