Bautista - Westside Gunn

Bautista - Westside Gunn

Альбом
Flygod Is An Awesome God
Год
2019
Язык
`英語`
Длительность
152000

以下は曲の歌詞です Bautista 、アーティスト - Westside Gunn 翻訳付き

歌詞 " Bautista "

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Bautista

Westside Gunn

Ayy, yo, let’s hit an island, gave the MAC to the pilot

Stepping on the coke SB’s, Nicky diamonds

You couldn’t walk a mile in, put the barrel on his eyelid

You fuck niggas can’t rhyme here, no timeshare

The new king of New York, I be your highness

So many fake niggas, 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 niggas (Ah)

They fucking with us, how you figure, nigga?

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 nigga spine broke

Lord learn your lessons

Bulletproof beneath the Heron Preston, airhole TEC’s

Hopping out the bushes when you least expect it

My nigga 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

Nigga fell and hit the sink, knocked out your tooth

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 nigga active Crip, got a grip

Blew his brains out, now he back to licks, half the shit, pussy

That’s why I keep the rubber grip

Undercover parker, who could fuck with this?

Illustrious

Somebody hand me the plate, you’re sniffin' dust and shit

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

Ayy yo, my nigga 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 nigga fell and hit the sink, knocked out his tooth

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