| Ayo, I want me and my niggas to have back-to-back yachts
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| Lick the M16, I got one on my opps
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| One nigga thought he had hops, he tried to jump the fence
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| Lord, why he do that? |
| His kids never seen him since
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| Lord (Ah), threw him in the shower with the chainsaw
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| The cocaine war, give up the waps, take the chain off (Boom boom boom boom)
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| Bleed the wall, wipe the brains off, 'caine rain cough
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| I pray to God that the scale ain’t off (The scale ain’t off)
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| The Prada slippers, jewelry glisten, pull up, half the roof missin'
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| Ruth’s Chris, stuffed chicken gettin' fed by two bitches
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| Tyin' up the loose enders
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| Smack 'em with the forty, now his tooth missin'
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| Laid 'em on the table, had to pool stick 'em (Ah)
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| It’s glory, it’s glory, it’s Flygod (It's Flygod)
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| Ayo, I want me and my niggas to have back-to-back Dracos
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| Keep shootin' his house down 'til I say so
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| I got the yayo, my nigga doin' thirty in Laredo
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| You still got the time and date, though
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| We not the same, yo (Not the same, yo)
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| The shit ain’t even bust down
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| Shit ain’t even bust down (Shit ain’t even bust down)
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| Ayo, the shit ain’t even bust down (Ayo)
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| The shit ain’t even bust down
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| My Colt pop like particle, cappin', ho
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| My microwave rock and roll, let’s lock and load (Ah)
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| Tiffany handles on the white gold stones (White gold stones)
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| Thirty in the oven, these niggas say I’m buggin' (Niggas say I’m buggin')
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| I’m on the yard with the bone crusher like a lunchin'
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| (Like a lunchin', like a lunchin')
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| Yo, I want me and my niggas to have back-to-back yachts
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| Lick the M16, I got one on my opps
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| One nigga thought he had hops, tried to jump the fence
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| Lord, why he do that? |
| His kids never seen him since
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| Lord
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| Imagine if this was the last poem I write
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| Imagine your moms snortin' lines of white
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| Imagine the feeling when the judge gave him life
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| Imagine if Westside Gunn never touched the mic
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| Or imagine if Con never got shot
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| Imagine if time just stopped
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| Imagine if all of this and then imagine it again
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| It’s Griselda Records 'til the fuckin' end
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| Uh, Gucci, and, uh, you been a longtime supporter, you still supporting after
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| the controversies?
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| What controversy?
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| I’m sure you heard, you know, black, you know, they, they had the blackface
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| sweater and, you know, a lot of prominent artists, dropping them, you know…
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| Man, listen, I don’t got nothin' against nobody
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| Really?
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| Um, my thing is this, I support everybody I like, everybody, and my thing is
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| this, I like to live life and do, and do what I like to do. |
| I’m not no follower,
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| I do what the fuck I wanna do
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| Right
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| Because everybody say, uh, wear this, or don’t wear this, I’ma wear what the
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| fuck I wanna wear. |
| I’m 'bout to go into Gucci
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| Were you disrespected at all by the whole blackface controversy?
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| I’m 'bout to go into Gucci |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lunchin, artist - Westside Gunn. Album song Flygod Is An Awesome God, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп