| Yo, turned Judas for the Yeezy 2's
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| Balmain biker suit with no bike
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| The Royce got no roof
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| Feel like I’ve been sellin' dope my whole life
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| Céline on my team
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| APC Kanye saggin' in my dreams
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| Ran trains on Vera Wang, pray for Paris then you pray for me
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| Madonnas on the mock necks
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| Wave the MACs out the drop head
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| Sportin' DM in the BMs
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| Even the blind man ain’t tryna see the Feds
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| So now these all have zip
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| Sharks on the Givenchys, who wanna swim?
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| Gargle with Belaire, beware
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| Style so dope, Versace brains on the stairs
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| Elegance, Pyrex for measurements
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| Iceberg history, your misery, your missin' the concepts
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| Android homie, your home, where the work?
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| Just Don, Dobermans on the shirt
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| Before I starve, hit up Chow’s with the mob
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| Breakin' bricks at Joyrich, we rich
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| Shootouts at Bally’s, left his brains on the suede joints
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| Yo Lord, I think I’m motherfuckin' hit
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| Throwin' testers out the window
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| Fiends scramblin', I’m just dancin' in my Kenzo
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| Pump the Enzo, wack crack spot mascots
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| For Mulberry drug dealer dreams came true
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| Don’t get your moms buried, stylin'
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| Margiela guts in the Mulsanne
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| Pissin' D’Ussé for a week straight
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| Saint Laurent over the Glock, kick in your door
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| All you seen was red bottom on the moccasins
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| Thank God he gave us drug dealin'
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| Thank God he gave us drug dealin'
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| Thank God he gave us drug dealin'
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| Yo, got the Rav joint watermelon
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| You saw the real in my eyes to where your powder swimmin'
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| Will fly fry God blessin' America
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| Pardon my back, Pyrex, two-three cover the MAC
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| Immaculate with a half a brick
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| Bag the fish, then I scramble like Kaepernick
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| Niggas know my repertoire
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| I dropped real tears when kid shot Escobar
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| Best of all time when it come down to this fly shit
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| All star, my rhyme, crime, drive-bys, line for line sick
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| Sportin' Junn. |
| J in Doomsday, compare me to you day, room spray
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| Got the beam on the Glock tip
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| Popped up in the drop six and shot fifths
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| Caused the riot up at Neiman Mar
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| Gas stoves, use the hammer or the fork
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| Thank God he gave us drug dealin'
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| Thank God he gave us drug dealin'
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| Thank God he gave us drug dealin'
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| Thank God he gave us drug dealin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Eric B , by - Westside Gunn. Song from the album Hitler's Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп