Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Claiborne Kick, artist - Westside Gunn. Album song Pray for Paris, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Griselda
Song language: English
Claiborne Kick |
Raw is Flygod |
Ayo |
Ayo, Patek wrist, took the cracks out the pots, geometrics (Ah) |
Bag the extras, lookin' like the richest ever in the pickup Tesla (Skrt) |
Hundred shots to whoever (Brr), we want wars with the best (Brr) |
Elephant trunks stuck to less (Ah), four hundred thousand on the neck |
Knock off your head, fuck a vest (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom), |
you ever seen brains scattered? |
(Ah) |
Right in front of mama love, that type of shit don’t matter (Boom, boom, boom, |
boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) |
Started gettin' better work, then the money came faster (Ah) |
Had to sit down a bit, came home, back at it |
Same fork was faithful, we catch a body, let the Ace pour (Brr, brr, brr) |
Hit the brick with a Claiborne kick, rock a Liz Claiborne, it ain’t safe for |
'em (Ah) |
Mafia, what else? |
Block work |
Stood tall on that murder rock, the threat is on the compound |
Twenty-man tanks here, twenty four hour lockdown |
Was wanted on the net by the detects, number one suspected |
Callin' home collect, Auntie Nette the only one acceptin' |
One count felony firearm, two counts of drug possession |
Three counts of felonious assault without a murder weapon |
On the west side with 'bout thirty blicks, got the most gun collection |
Plus a whole array of thirty clips, with a whole drum selection |
Young and restless, all my youngins scandalous, don’t need none protection |
Undercovers pressin', wanna know what’s me and Gunn connection |
Know the feds watchin', tryna catch us touchin' tons of metric |
Whole camp solid, snatch us up, you won’t get one confession |
Hustlin' medication, takin' medicine for depression |
Under investigation, never been the one to question |
Plug on my level, seen the talent from the first impression |
Russian cut my bezel, caesar salad with the Russian dressin' |
Where we at? |
Ayo, Patek wrist, took the cracks out the pots, geometrics (Ah) |
Bag the extras, lookin' like the richest ever in the pickup Tesla (Skrt) |
Hundred shots to whoever (Brr), we want wars with the best (Brr) |
Elephant trunks stuck to less (Ah), four hundred thousand on the neck |
Knock off your head, fuck a vest (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom), |
you ever seen brains scattered? |
(Ah) |
Right in front of mama love, that type of shit don’t matter (Boom, boom, boom, |
boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) |
Started gettin' better work, then the money came faster (Ah) |
Had to sit down a bit, came home, back at it |
Same fork was faithful, we catch a body, let the Ace pour (Brr, brr, brr) |
Hit the brick with a Claiborne kick, rock a Liz Claiborne, it ain’t safe for |
'em (Ah) |