letra de flyy - westside gunn
[intro]
ayo, yo, where the f-ck the clock at, yo?
[verse: westside gunn]
ayo, they asked if the work swimming, lord forgive ’em
micheal phelps in the pot it’s reeking up at [?] kitchen
n-gga put a pinky in the raw brick, 20 for a half, no shake
he looked at me and said delicious n-gga
had to learn a little spanish, you dropped your work and then it vanished, put my models (?) on a plate, not time for table manners
revolving doors at the penitentiary, dispensaries calling my name
raw paper stuffed with [?]
i’m the flyest n-gga ever on the mic, you disagree and you’re dead man
christian dior is in the morgue, had 2 fingers up in coco chanel, new york strip meat and you well (?), i left his brains on a gigi plate (?), you f-cking with me no way i’m f-cking genuine like salt lay
ferragamo flight jacket i’m about to take flight, n-ggas’ll (?) tell on their moms they give that b-tch life
n-ggas’ll (?) tell on their moms they give that b-tch life
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- letra de the fortune teller’s revenge - the fiery furnaces
- letra de la bomba - giso
- letra de onkel pouls butik - rockers by choice
- letra de стал совсем холодным (became very cold) - timkmoney
- letra de simply better - cody justin
- letra de been a while - wheelwright
- letra de das system hat versagt - tjes
- letra de ball n bounce - verbal
- letra de corpo fechado - nath (br)