Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brossface Brippler, artist - Westside Gunn. Date of issue: 21.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Brossface Brippler |
| It doesn’t stop for him |
| Walks on (Grr, ayo) |
| 'Cause he don’t want you to know that you can walk on the water |
| Well, I’ma tell you right now |
| Grr |
| Ayo, rocking Calabasas out in Calabasas |
| Tuck the MAC in, Off-White fatigue with the army patches |
| Allah save 'em, suede sweatsuit, Palm Angels |
| Star spangled, Draco blew his head off from all angles |
| Alchemist cool, hoodies bool, sipping Veuve |
| My lil nigga dropped out the first day of school |
| Dropped tears when I wrote my celly, Louis slides |
| Doctor Romanelli hold the Desi, switch the bust to the gold Presi' |
| Who that nigga usually shoulder laying on? |
| Ten thousand dollar sofas, plug loafers made of cobra |
| Handle rock like Villanova, gave him cold shoulders |
| But the neck colder for them TEC toter, get the Lex chauffeur, yo (skr) |
| I dare one of y’all to step on the Wave runners |
| Plain summer, hit the West Coast, his brains in the luggage |
| Make you suffer but you love it (ah) |
| Make you suffer but you love it (boom boom boom boom boom boom) |
| Wayne bucking, chain tucking 'fore it’s took |
| You want a yard but you shook, my nigga went to trial and got cooked |
| He should’ve looked both ways, I got rich off of cocaine |
| Yours never came back, what a shame |
| Yo, ay, look, my dog’ll slit your throat for a brick of coke |
| He walked in the credit union, then he slipped a note |
| A new Ferrari, ticket price, that’s what my kitchen grossed |
| Illegal business, my scale off balance, and my blender broke |
| Griselda on another run, and that’s major facts |
| And y’all put guns in hands of niggas you know ain’t gon' clap |
| I got the .38 on strap wearing Raiders black |
| We switch pistols, did missions, then we traded back |
| Born in the era, in the '80s when the smokers |
| Hit the corner and they cop with a baby in the stroller |
| Saw my family on drugs, that’s what made me whip the soda |
| If I don’t answer for the plug, that’s gon' make him miss his quota |
| Uh huh, it’s crazy, we came up from doing all this evil |
| Sold dope with so much cut that it clogged they needles |
| And being real, for this long, gon' be hard to equal |
| This for the hustlers who got on and fed all they peoples |
| My niggas stand up, my Glock shoot straight |
| Crime do pay, these Nike boxes not for shoe space |
| Y’all got due dates, for one charge, did time in two states |
| I put pictures of my kids up applying toothpaste, uh |
| This gon' be a real heartbreaker, and I stand by it |
| Can flying, blowing at your head like a hair dryer |
| Eastside nigga, my whole hood full of Scarfaces |
| Guns in guitar cases, blood on a long apron |
| I cut coke like I’m chopping beats, they call me Mr. Walt, bae |
| Master, the chef, I’m cooking coke, they call me Salt Bae |
| Bitches’ll bag my crack while I fuck 'em in a short stay |
| Niggas’ll brag 'bout flipping coke while I somersault the yay |
| «Your coke good but you’se a worker» is what you’re 'posed to say |
| At a hookah lounge with a waitress serving coke, now sniff it off the tray |
| While I celebrate a birth this evening, pop the bottle cork and spray |
| Pipe your bitch 'til she sleeping, so my bread, you’ll be forced to pay |
| Cocked, now I’m letting off the K, developer, molding and shaping the predator |
| Better off the prey, despite how kneeling, they often pray |
| It’s like I’m still bagging crack with Fredrico |
| Blade accidentally split your finger, blood mixed up all in the perico |
| Bendito, sorry for all of you niggas that became victims |
| While we count your bread over mojitos |
| Fabulous imported fabrics even when I’m in my street clothes |
| This motherfucker distribute butter like I’m spreading it on wheat toast |
| So much bread the money bag swell up, we getting it in each loaf |
| Because he don’t want you to know that you can walk on the water |
| Well, I’ma tell you right now |