Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eric B, artist - Westside Gunn. Album song Hitler's Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Griselda
Song language: English
Eric B |
| Yo, turned Judas for the Yeezy 2's |
| Balmain biker suit with no bike |
| The Royce got no roof |
| Feel like I’ve been sellin' dope my whole life |
| Céline on my team |
| APC Kanye saggin' in my dreams |
| Ran trains on Vera Wang, pray for Paris then you pray for me |
| Madonnas on the mock necks |
| Wave the MACs out the drop head |
| Sportin' DM in the BMs |
| Even the blind man ain’t tryna see the Feds |
| So now these all have zip |
| Sharks on the Givenchys, who wanna swim? |
| Gargle with Belaire, beware |
| Style so dope, Versace brains on the stairs |
| Elegance, Pyrex for measurements |
| Iceberg history, your misery, your missin' the concepts |
| Android homie, your home, where the work? |
| Just Don, Dobermans on the shirt |
| Before I starve, hit up Chow’s with the mob |
| Breakin' bricks at Joyrich, we rich |
| Shootouts at Bally’s, left his brains on the suede joints |
| Yo Lord, I think I’m motherfuckin' hit |
| Throwin' testers out the window |
| Fiends scramblin', I’m just dancin' in my Kenzo |
| Pump the Enzo, wack crack spot mascots |
| For Mulberry drug dealer dreams came true |
| Don’t get your moms buried, stylin' |
| Margiela guts in the Mulsanne |
| Pissin' D’Ussé for a week straight |
| Saint Laurent over the Glock, kick in your door |
| All you seen was red bottom on the moccasins |
| Thank God he gave us drug dealin' |
| Thank God he gave us drug dealin' |
| Thank God he gave us drug dealin' |
| Yo, got the Rav joint watermelon |
| You saw the real in my eyes to where your powder swimmin' |
| Will fly fry God blessin' America |
| Pardon my back, Pyrex, two-three cover the MAC |
| Immaculate with a half a brick |
| Bag the fish, then I scramble like Kaepernick |
| Niggas know my repertoire |
| I dropped real tears when kid shot Escobar |
| Best of all time when it come down to this fly shit |
| All star, my rhyme, crime, drive-bys, line for line sick |
| Sportin' Junn. |
| J in Doomsday, compare me to you day, room spray |
| Got the beam on the Glock tip |
| Popped up in the drop six and shot fifths |
| Caused the riot up at Neiman Mar |
| Gas stoves, use the hammer or the fork |
| Thank God he gave us drug dealin' |
| Thank God he gave us drug dealin' |
| Thank God he gave us drug dealin' |
| Thank God he gave us drug dealin' |