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letra de me & my eagle - westside gunn

[intro]
ayo
ayo
luxurious fly sh-t

[verse 1]
ayo, vuitton fitted, three-story lofts we baggin’ authentic
since sonny fingers bl–dy sh-t was all business
bally suedes stepping over cracked vials of mace
chainsaw to your face ya brains carved off
walls with warhols, neil barretts on you get embarrassed
merits silencers, 24 carat
wings and h-rns, get ya wig torn, sig drawn
benz wit alligator rims a blind n-ggas saw
fully automatic out the audi wagon
(?) backpack that hold the gat, lavish
rob big l it’s stellar, axl rose with
helicopter propellers, it lands on whoever
i’m infamous, you n-ggas impotent
came back with lord on the third day
with raw in the hallway
you f-cking with me never
rhymes will have you under pressure
checkers on the (?)
but chess is how i operate
chopping eighths
dictator off this rhyme style i’m major
pitching all my espys might f-ck around and skate up
free sly green they gave him 4 life’s in the wake up
straight up

[pre-chorus]
pourin’ perrier for ‘chinegun
keep a big gat ’cause i need one
conway got shot in the head
hammer shot in the legs, i need one
uncle baker got shot
you see how they did lauryn, they did pac
rest in peace big l, [?]

[chorus]
just seems like it’s me and my eagle
just me and my eagle
me and my eagle
just me and my eagle
me and my eagle
just me and my eagle
me and my eagle
just me and my eagle
me and my eagle
just me and my eagle

[verse 2]
cdg jeans on with no heart
couple bricks in the goyard
big bank on my left wrist
mix the bathing with original fake
i’m so irate, husein in that fendi
get out of my way
annihilate the ones who envy
black tar bentley
come in projects hair tied
tisa raiders, chrome .40 and black 9
see ya later, red dot on ya f-ckin mind
apc rain coats we slang dope in the storm
lay in the bushes n wait for em
soon as we see em them 8s tooting
them sh-lls they ate through em
left his stomach on his suede ewing’s
tec wit the air holes, we just coolin
skull covered mcqueens
ya nightmares was all dreams
beyond wings, i’m past fly
my whole outline luxurious
foreign whips, they swervin it k!ll k!ll n-ggas
somebody call the coroner

- westside gunn

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