Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spanish Jesus , by - Westside Gunn. Release date: 21.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spanish Jesus |
| I’m stuffing chavo in my pantalones |
| Mami nervous, 'fore I leave, she holler, «Bendiciones» |
| This just made my rate double like the fucking chorus (woah) |
| Hard to ignore this, dog, my aura never looking porous |
| I said a prayer for every smoker twitching |
| 'Cause what good is faith when there’s no intention? |
| (Woah) |
| I turned my dirty kitchen into pole position |
| Brother betrayed me, I guess we going fishing (I guess) |
| Condescending Fed reaching, look like John Turturro |
| And I still counted sheep like the census bureau |
| Demonic stallions with the fatty said I oughta wife it |
| Instead it’s Ubers, Lyfts and taxis when I get the vice grip |
| Where the fuck was you when everything was looking frightening? |
| (Huh?) |
| I only had a bottom bitch who’d never burned the rices |
| Now my ambition is indifference to any prices |
| While maintaining recognition that my time is priceless (oh my) |
| Made my soul comfy, found a new balance |
| Rather let karma kill you, I don’t do malice (nah) |
| Focused on the paper, put a pencil to it |
| Wallet getting chubby like Botero drew it (woah) |
| Mastering my craft, help me stack the cheese |
| So I stay away from rats who fold like the back of knees (woah) |
| You just make sure that the package clean |
| Or meet a couple knuckleheads who all pack Febreze (woah) |
| Ayo, the black Jesus speaking, turned one brick to two |
| Fiends tweaking, high tops from a Yeezy Season |
| Please believe I’m on a Yves St. diet |
| Bagging raw, what’s the science? |
| Three of them just died |
| If they want it, let 'em buy it, up at Barney’s, caused a riot |
| Jewelry on me, bullets flying, got my niggas in confinement |
| Took a oath for all the silence, few wrinkles, get the iron |
| Know his mama house, let’s fry it, should be bitching for the Bisons (grr) |
| Grisel patches on the New Era |
| Sporting new Vera up in MOMA, drive-bys, money blue Carreras |
| You can never sink my ship |
| Rhymes fish, my white bitch like to sniff off my dick |
| Made a wish, free Sly, free Ike |
| Free Irie, free Black, free Mike, free Cs |
| I barely sleep at night (Free my niggas) |
| I keep it on me every day even when I pray yay (boom boom boom boom boom boom) |