Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Niggas in Puerto Rico, artist - Westside Gunn. Album song Hitler Wears Hermes 6, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Griselda
Song language: English
Niggas in Puerto Rico |
Ayo, Stone Island drag over the whole island |
Who run the phone? |
I ran up on 'em straight styling |
In the mess rocking VVS, bet my commissary 300 |
Sport a E bucket, nigga, be something (Ah) |
Ten chains on, stunting up in Sothebys |
Luckily, get you family killed for a couple keys (Grr) |
Yay wears, shoot him anywhere, nigga, we ain’t playing (Boom boom boom boom |
boom) |
Get his ass in church, hit the pastor too, we can’t say who play folly (Boom |
boom boom boom boom) |
Hamdulillah, we ate choppers |
Lindsay Clay rockers, jean suit, patent leather Pradas |
Came home all weight, gave Black my locker |
Chew done kill 'bout fifteen niggas, he off of Flygod |
(Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot) |
Body niggas A to Z, the wilder fight, I played the mink (Ah) |
Cooking bricks, yo, I played the stove, you played the sink |
We look alive, two long chefs, God bless |
The MAC in the arm rest |
You fucking with me is too far fetched |
We looking like a Banksy |
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And the video of this is amazing, secretive artist Banksy posting a video and |
giving us a glimpse of his plan |
To have one of his iconic works of art self-destruct |
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Brr |
Ay, Lord, Lord |
I’m selling white girl so they wanna blackmail me |
Revolver in my joggers just in case they acting nasty (Boom) |
Loyalty or Death, hitters lurking in the shadows (Uh huh) |
Purpose with the barrel, y’all worthless niggas battle (Pussy) |
Blow another chopper like a surfer from Seattle |
If you hack me or attack me, I’ma turn you to a statue (Brr) |
Westside and Benny, yeah, the vets ride with semis |
Flee, I serve a brick on the left side of Denny’s (Hold that down) |
Pussies on the strip getting chastised for pennies |
Just caught another lick and I ask God, forgive me (Hoo) |
Rubber gloves in the glove box, I pray I never need 'em (Ah, facts) |
Play me out the business, I’ma spray you at the meeting (Brr) |
Y’all comparing me to nerds, but how when we barely mix words? |
I move that Trey-N with me like I’m Larry Fishburne |
I seen the hustlers on my block cop canaries and furs |
Then took the rock and ran the field like I’m Garrison Hearst (Let's go) |
They say they flip packs, shit, I doubt it, they barely flip birds |
You come to my trap and I’m out here, you can really get served |
Uh, and this Glock, I well mean, make sure your family get burned, |
yeah (Doot doot) |
And this watch a guarantee, that’s why I barely get curved (Let's go) |
That pussy wet and slippery but she won’t get no wedding with me |
She drive a 740, your credit score is 760 |
After Tana Talk, it’s back to ounces for a $ 1150 |
Walk the plug, but another run in make that man forgive me |
Yeah, I did it for the family, that’s the code of niggas |
We knew the opps every move like a motion sensor |
Griselda back, now the culture different (Back) |
These words sting like dope syringes and songs like motion pictures |
Straight drop, I counted up 50 in a tank top |
From yay blocks, and we got busy at Shantae’s spot |
On Millicent, that’s real drug dealer shit, I’m what they not |
I aim high, I popped in The Purple Tape on the A Side |
Accordingly, that’s how I deal with ya, real niggas know |
I saw a lot of shit but still ain’t seen a real nigga fold (Nah) |
We was lil niggas tryna cop some Hilfiger clothes |
But the OGs was too busy to build with us, so (Ah) |
Now I’m the OG, Brazilian, I’m brilliant, the GOAT |
With soda, I was like Noah building a boat (Ah) |
With yola, I’m skilled with it, whip it big, it’ll float |
And the next verse I write probably gon' kill niggas slow |
The Butcher coming, nigga, ah |
Ayo |
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom |
boom boom boom boom |
Fuck these niggas, lord |
We out in Puerto Rico (Ah) |
We out in Puerto Rico |
House so big I ain’t seen buildings in two days, nigga |
Y’all niggas cold as fuck right now |
I see y’all pictures in them hoodies, nigga, we in tank tops (We out in Puerto |
Rico) |
Smoking the best (Rrr, rrr, rrr) |
Getting money out here too, nigga (Ow) |
Still got shooters to blow your shit off, nigga (Doot doot doot doot doot) |
Niggas wanna be me so bad, fuck 'em (We out in Puerto Rico, ah) |
Still tryna fuck my old hoes from ten years ago (Too fly for you niggas) |
Stealing my slang and shit (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom |
boom boom boom boom boom boom) |
No matter what you do, you can’t fuck with me, nigga |