| Ayo
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| Ayo
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| Ayo, Comme des Garçons the only heart I got (Ah)
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| Glock in the Denim Tears, eight ball in my sock
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| I had no fear, I’m the illest nigga ever walked in Cactus Plant Flea Market
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| He tried to walk, we chopped his feet off him
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| Left his brains hangin' for a peace offerin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,
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| boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
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| Yo, wait, I bench press, then bust the duct tape, gave it swim lessons
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| Rubbed the Pyrex, took my second wish, I been savage
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| Trend settin', Wide Project trench with the twin 'rettas (Boom, boom, boom,
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| boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
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| Bottega Veneta (Bottega Veneta)
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| I got the bomb, baby, I got the bomb (Ah)
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| Send squads to the roof, Vans on, I put money on your head, but I’m hands on
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| (Boom, boom, boom)
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| My shooter poppin' wheelies in Supreme-Vansons
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| Hand-to-hand 'til the grams gone (Ah)
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| The homie say I’m brazy, my Spanish bitch call me loco
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| Coco Chanel with the four-four, the high tops with the motos
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| You ever shot a whole block solo? |
| Presidential Ro-Ro (Brr, brr)
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| The FN shells crackin' ribs like Cotto (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,
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| boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, yo, ah)
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| Ayo, it’s the A-R-M-A-N-I Caesar, Leo (Woo)
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| The flow is frío, so dope, could sell it by the kilo (Yeah)
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| Tell 'em I want the smoke like I’m runnin' hot (Hah)
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| Couldn’t wait to see how I was comin' like a money shot (Come on)
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| Bitches starstruck (Uh-huh), these niggas, they all lust (What's up?)
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| I come through, fuck up they swagger, they all stuck (Haha)
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| They give me props 'cause I’m pretty and bossed up (Uh-huh)
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| Run the city like I’m Diddy, the hustle is all Puff (Uh-huh, take that)
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| On they neck, niggas, I’m up next (Huh), really, I’m a vet (Come on)
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| Cut the check, wanna talk or text? |
| Gon' be cash or check (What's up?)
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| Strip, rap, move a lil' dope, oh, she trap-trap (Oh shit)
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| Cookin' up, sendin' brick money through the CashApp (Ah-ha)
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| I’m back-back, in my bag-bag (Hah), bitches mad-mad (Let's go)
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| Stack full of dubs, lil' boy, that’s what I laugh at (Ah-ha, hahaha)
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| Major cheese, major V’s (Ooh)
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| Whippin' hoes in line, call me Major Cease (Come on)
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| I be gettin' this money, talkin' major cheese (What else?)
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| Model type, lookin' right, no agencies (Hah, you see it)
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| DMs full of niggas wantin' dates with me (Uh-uh)
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| But it’s money over niggas, I take paper, please (Hah)
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| Like Britney Spears, oops, I did it again (I did it again)
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| Shittin' on the very ones that ain’t want me to win, fuck 'em (Uh-huh)
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| It’s like I never got the joke, I’m always last laughin' (Haha)
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| Armani here to stay, you bitches fast fashion |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lil Cease, artist - Westside Gunn. Album song Flygod Is An Awesome God 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп