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  • Текст песни Westside Gunn feat. Benny the Butcher, Conway - Brutus

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    Тут находится текст песни Westside Gunn feat. Benny the Butcher, Conway - Brutus, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    Ay, look
    They understand I paint these pictures
    'cause I'm living like it when I spit
    It makes you feel like you
    Got hit with lightning (Uh, huh)
    I showed up with the whole shipment
    When my strip was biting before 20
    They put my name in a big indictment
    My plug indecisive, same
    Work, different prices, yeah
    Baby Benz logo on the windshield wipers
    And I got two possession charges
    For a pistol license
    Weed trappers running out they building
    When I get to Dyckman
    We blew whip money copping blue ice (Ice)
    And spent brick money booking
    Jet Blue flights (Flights)
    New white Christian Loubs with
    The blue spikes (Uh, huh)
    Maserati Levante with the blue lights, yeah
    (Blue lights)
    Duffle in my trunk, bad on the wheel bearing
    (On my wheel bearing)
    My dog came with 50 large to my bail hearing
    (yeah)
    The pot bust in 2010 and I can still hear it
    I love my mom
    But that hard was my real parent (Woo)
    Let's go, who run the city the most?
    (That's us) i let this 50 off
    Then fill this bitch up with smoke (Brr)
    I ran my chips up so I
    Can just pick up your ho
    I get my dick sucked and then
    I convince her to go
    Uh, it's me, fully loaded ratchet
    I'm a pistol squeezer
    I take off my jacket, see this big El Nino
    With my bitch
    Jumping out of traffic in a little Beamer
    Got the opps names tatted
    On my trigger finger, ah!

    Ayo, bricks in the Louis V duffle
    Masterpiece collection (Ayo, ayo)
    Yoppa shells hit his ass from each direction
    (Ayo, ayo) the niggas that you idolize
    I'm least impressed with (Ayo, ayo)
    I got your bitch on the
    Bus looking like she pregnant
    Peru flake got me Dior Homme low tops
    Rose drop (Skr)
    13 gauge with the nose chopped, stove top
    (Boom boom boom boom boom)
    My shooter come over
    Sniff out the whole block (The whole block)
    Hand me 5 locks, load up the whole shot
    (The whole shot)
    Had to spend 60 in the SHU, 23 in 1
    500 burpees all I knew
    First day, anyway, I go "Nigga
    Who is who?" get my gun ready
    Filled up my locker and I'm bool (Ah)
    Turkey logs and my fried rice
    Skip my spot at the microwave
    You gon' die tonight (Ah)
    055, nigga (055, nigga)
    Rest in peace Scoop, free Sly, nigga
    (Free Sly, nigga)

    It's the Machine, they act like they forgot
    (Hah)
    I'm 'bout to hit 'em with that fatal shot
    I leave him laying in a vacant lot
    Try to take my chain
    You just gon' take a shot
    (That's all you gon' get, nigga)
    I take a block and whip the shit
    I scrape the pot (With what?)
    More shooters on my team than
    What the Lakers got (Hah)
    Cee-lo gains, bank was stopped
    I throw trips, take the pot
    (Ha ha haha) ha, I'm on top
    You ain't gon' take my spot (Never)
    I bet all of this paper in this Maison box
    (You know them Margiela sticks)
    You better have something to fire with you
    I fire missiles
    Leave you bleeding like a lion bit you
    (Uh, huh)
    Fuck you and them niggas riding with you
    (Fuck all y'all niggas)
    I'm here to terrorize the game, 45 on me
    I'm Spider Mitchell (Hah hah)
    I don't tuck my necklace, I'ma leave it out
    (I'm rocking my shit)
    You say you better than me but you broke
    That shit don't even out
    (You still broke though)
    My young boys eating like they
    Never seen a drought in my trap
    Everybody weighing like it's Keenan house
    (Ha ha ha) they say my shit is album of the
    Year and it ain't even out
    And yet I'm still the one you seem to doubt
    Uh (Talk to 'em)
    Out in Cali, I brought the demon out (Vroom)
    Riding through Calabasas
    Took the scenic route (Uh, huh)
    Bag on the back seat in case I need a house
    (Might want to buy a house)
    With a bitch that keep tryna
    Pull my penis out (Gotta chill, baby)
    I live a hell of a life
    I'm impaling a knife
    Inside a competitor just to sever and slice
    (Woo) i'm Stephen from the stripe
    I'm better than nice
    I want your necklace or your life
    And I ain't telling you twice
    (Run that shit)
    Look, I came a long way from measuring white
    I got right
    Flooded the Sky Dweller bezel with ice
    My man shot a nigga daughter by mistake
    He took a quarter
    Asked him why he copped out
    He said that's better than life

    I feel you, nigga, Machine
    You know what's up, nigga, haha gone

    Мой мужчина по ошибке застрелил ниггерскую дочь
    Он занял четверть
    Спросил его, почему он выбил
    Он сказал, что это лучше, чем жизнь

    Я чувствую тебя, ниггер, машина
    Вы знаете, что случилось, ниггер, ха -ха ушел

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