| Brr, brr, brr
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| Brr, ayo
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| Griselda
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| Ayo
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| You know I live this shit, built this shit brick by brick with it (Ah)
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| Niggas flawless, regardless, baggin' up and crackin' tenements
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| Surely a gangsta, don’t test that, my shooters itchin'
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| Pistols with extendos essential by projects that we pitched at
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| We on the corners with Louis on us, we pulled up on him in foreigns
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| Four in the morning, show them niggas how we click-clack
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| Cherry Maybach, look how I sit back, I had the TEC and MAC
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| This shit is mismatched
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| Bust a four pound and that shit kick back
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| But you feel the impact, bucket KITH hat, VS where my wrist at
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| Fendi stockings over the face, now where your bricks at?
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| Bugatti truck, I need to get that, La Máquina get the big sack
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| Quarter block on the table, told that bitch to sniff that
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| Sent her to Texas, made her bring my shit back, gave her six stacks
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| For any mishaps, from New York to Dallas like Kristaps
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| Got a bag and flipped that, green beam sit on the big MAC
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| We the hardest niggas out, bitch, don’t forget that
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| Uh, just off of impact, it feel like Rick back
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| I tote a big strap, I go and get it and gotta limp back
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| Hawaiian bitch that will fuck the team and fly a brick back
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| Designer mix-match, I only get inspired in traps
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| All we wear is fly sporting gear I buy in Fifth Saks
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| This .40 air pass your Cartiers and leave your limbs cracked
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| I went up, came home in six months, and I got sent back
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| I walked the yard with my skully on like a pimp hat
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| Y’all talk hard but be the first one hiding soon as it spark off
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| This four pound blow through your shit and flip a parked car
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| I bought raw, gave niggas lessons without a chalkboard
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| Then bought more, hopped in the whip and plugged in the aux cord
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| Ah, nigga, just wait for Tana Talk 4, uh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kool G , by - Westside Gunn. Song from the album Hitler Wears Hermes 7, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп