| Griselda, Griselda
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| By Fashion
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| Ayo, word to the tiger on my Kenzo
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| Extendo gats hanging out the Benzo (doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)
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| Christian Dior jumpsuit proper though
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| The bitch stepped on my Fillings I should’ve shot the hoe
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| So much money came I got scared
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| You ain’t talking code no more shit got weird
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| My homie laughed when he got six hundred months
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| He ain’t care, he ran the yard from a bottom bunk
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| Wang draped over the pump, what’s for lunch?
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| Mikimotos & Sotto Sotto
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| Twenty three you want Lord’s Ford loafers hanging off the boat
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| Imagine them fiend faces when they got soap
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| You could talk fly if you want but I’m the GOAT
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| Season One Yeezy on the ropes
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| M1 fully loaded I’m 'bout to rain on him (BRRRRRRRRRRR)
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| Needles still hanging out the veins on him
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| Every day, make money and pray (Gustavo)
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| Ayo, bought moms a new stove Lord I killed that shit
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| Turned one to three Lord I killed that flip
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| Spinning new revolvers
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| Prada trunks Malibu waters
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| Pile drive the brick, Jerry King Lawler
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| Pulled up on the curb no top on it (SKRRRRRR)
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| I don’t care block you reppin' you getting shot on it
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| I’m a man of my word
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| Hit her from up the block (BRRR) I was lucky as shit (BRRRRRRR)
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| Bust the duct tape, shit musty as shit
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| Niggas running from plain clothes
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| Talking slang when we slain those
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| Go back where you came from
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| Too many four-fifth shots should lift him (BOOM BOOM BOOM)
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| I thank God I’m still living
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| I’m 'bout to be rich forever
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| Ten chains HumanMade Sweater
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| Every day make money and pray (Gustavo)
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| If Rakim and Nicki Giovanni did the nasty
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| They would’ve had me
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| Product of poetic genius DNA
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| Seven one six in my DNA
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| Every day make money and pray
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| Holy Father, he said pay attention
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| Uncle Stevie got his throat slit ear to ear
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| Word to life nigga’s still breathing though
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| Spiritual atonement, dreaming of angels
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| But living with demons
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| M1911 made OTC, in the jungles of the Philippines
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| You can never clean away the odor of sin
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| His gut filled with gin
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| Her skinned dipped in Gucci bamboo
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| Hunter boots and Woolly socks
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| For thunder and rain, tears shed in Medellin
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| Gustavo Gustavo
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| Cocaine dreams empire
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| Gustavo Gustavo
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| Every day make money and pray
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| Yeah
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| Uh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gustavo , by - Westside Gunn. Song from the album FLYGOD, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп