| Dear Winter
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| Can’t wait to see you again
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| Hitler Wears Hermes Three
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| Rest in peace Machine Gun Black
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| Ayo
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| My man just came home from doing twenty flat
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| He already back to selling crack
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| He look at me and said «this all that he know»
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| Rocking sasquatch fabrics from head to toe
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| The cloth we was cut from it’s still loyalty
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| Twelve gold slugs, Chanel mask you know it’s me
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| (I'll blow your fucking head off yo…)
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| Twelve gold slugs, Chanel mask you know it’s me
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| Fly as a pelican, benevolent
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| Drug money infectious, we whipping up extras
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| My man got killed for two pounds of
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| My kicks cost that, it hurt for me to see his kids
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| I’m from a city where everybody got ten bodies
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| Burberry trench covering the chopped shottie
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| Niggas had buck shots in every part of 'em
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| Yeah they might be fly now but I fathered them
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| Call for neighbor dealers carving bricks
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| Low top Margiela’s looking marvelous
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| Style was Cristal foul, fountains of ace
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| Leave 'em shot floating in it like Scarface
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| You broke my heart when you killed Frank
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| (Remember when Tony shot Pussy on the boats yo?)
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| You broke my heart when you killed Frank
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| (Seemed like yesterday I was running guns)
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| Ayo, Sly still got four lives left
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| Four leaf me to the night checks
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| Ricardo, lemon squeeze, fifty shot TEC
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| Shot fourty five hanging out the Murciélago
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| Praying for tomorrow
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| A lot of niggas never seen eighteen
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| My young boy favorite color stay green
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| Thirty years on the triple beam
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| Broke the slot machines out in Medellin
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| My man just came home from doing twenty flat
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| He already back to selling crack
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| He look at me and said «this all that he know»
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| Rocking Sasquatch fabrics from head to toe
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| The cloth we was cut from is still loyalty
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| Twelve gold slugs, Chanel mask you know it’s me
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| (I don’t give a fuck who you is you ain’t fucking with me yo)
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| Twelve gold slugs, Chanel mask you know it’s me
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| «I am Warhol. |
| I am the No. 1 most impactful artist of our generation.
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| I am Shakespeare in the flesh. |
| Walt Disney, Nike, Google -- now who’s going to
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| be the Medici family and stand up and let me create more or do you want to
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| marginalize me until I’m out of my moment»
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| I’m sniffing gun powder
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| Ayo one rack be yola
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| Them Bathing Ape Coca Cola
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| Dropped a tear when Ghost shot Roller
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| Spikes on the camouflage loafers
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| Lord everything kosher
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| Shot a hundred rounds, the whole hood woke up
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| Kick in the door for the raw
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| Shoot your baby mother in the forehead
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| Started off with a double up
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| Buck fifty your kids, they face will bubble up
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| Nigga, ain’t nobody safe
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| Rose gold R8, who wanna race me?
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| We’ll be rich forever
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| If the dog food tasty, I’m Azie
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| MCM bucket in the mall scene
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| No jump shots so we off king
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| Joakim Noah when I post up
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| Leave his body freezing like a cold cut
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| Machine got killed it had me fucked up
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| I ain’t been the same since let me sniff
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| I was shackled on that bus taking trips
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| You broke niggas get a bottle and take midget sips
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| Give me a case of everything
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| The triple beam like a wedding ring |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dear Winter Bloody Fiegs , by - Westside Gunn. Song from the album Hitler's Dead, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп