| READYMADE caskets, this work so good, get the elastic
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| Hid the AK behind the masjid
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| Who made the sun shine? |
| (Who made the sun shine? You know what I’m sayin')
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| Next thing you know, we dip from one time (Ah)
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| Real street nigga shit
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| Yo, uh
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| Track and field, runnin' packs, I’m still subtractin' real numbers
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| I took a loss and just had to build from it, y’all broke the code
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| Threw dirt on gang when y’all spoke to Hov, that was reckless
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| That’s expected, VS cuts on my wrist big enough to catch infections
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| This Heckler on me protect the homies, Boldy and Westside
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| Treated my forty just like my only connect
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| Who said it was simple? |
| Them prisons strengthened my mental
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| I broke the lead on the paper from writin' letters in pencil
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| This a process, I’m fresh, I just moved out the projects
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| Million dollar deals and still feel like I ain’t hot yet
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| Biggie Smalls in a Coogi, Al Green in a mock neck
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| Russel Simmons my mindset, I’m old Hov with a Pyrex
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| What’s the money worth when my mother hurt, brother layin' under dirt?
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| We can forgive you, but you get punished first
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| Dope on a paper plate, thinkin', «Why let the paper wait?»
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| I ran around the world for it just like The Amazing Race
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| The money counter singin' to me, sound like «Amazing Grace»
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| Cooked a brick of big at a time, I was eight for eight
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| The Butcher, nigga
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| Last three packs in the bundle, I had to swallow that (Hold the tops)
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| Balls of smack pumpin' while I’m crumblin' the loudest thrax (Good kush)
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| Cone racks, turned the plug around at the Mountain Jack’s (Still more)
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| Niggas who thought I was finished hate to see me bouncin' back (It's on)
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| Touched a honeybun, tryna trap me up a thousand stacks (A big, big dog)
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| Shout out to Butch and Gunn, my shooter don’t know how to rap (Brr)
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| Never filed a tax, had to run with that powder pack (Hyena)
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| Thumbs still numb from packin' up, foldin' lotto packs (Up in plastic)
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| I grew up on a block with scurvy niggas, topsy-turvy (All hitters)
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| Totin' Glocks with thirties in 'em, sellin' rocks and thirties (Boxes)
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| Oxycontin, Percocet, I was poppin' yerkies (Tens)
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| Blowin' on the way to see my PO, I was droppin' dirties (Remix)
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| Re-rockin' birdies in the trap, half block of turkey (White meat)
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| The work come in a silver pack like a chocolate Hershey (What else?)
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| Need the pill scripts and them bows, in total (Moonrock)
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| Real nigga, still posted on the service drive with purses (Four-one)
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| Where we at? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buffs vs. Wires, artist - Westside Gunn. Album song Flygod Is An Awesome God 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп