Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Peri Peri, artist - Westside Gunn. Date of issue: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Peri Peri |
| Uh, it’s Rome Streetz |
| Y’all motherfuckers lookin' bad out here, nigga |
| Fuckin' horrible |
| Ayo, next year you might see me at the Roc Nation brunch |
| Gucci down, work in my pocket in case I gotta make a punch (What you need?) |
| We with wild niggas that’ll spray you up like a barber after a cut (Bah, bah, |
| bah) |
| Wear a shit bag, you get clapped in your gut |
| As far as your rappin', it sucks, facts, my mackin' illustrious |
| Pretty sluts lust to get in touch with us |
| Been through hell and back, still I know God got me |
| I levelled up, now I’m fuckin' with Griselda like Charles Cosby (Haha) |
| Will I grow to be the greatest ever? |
| Probably |
| I got the MAK-90 from the FLYGOD, he told me spray your posse (Brr, brr, brr) |
| Do you dirty like a pissy lobby |
| Half gram go for thirty, I smell like urban Issey Miyake |
| You niggas watch nothing thought-provokin' (Nothing) |
| I went from cold jail cells to headliner when the show was closin' (I did) |
| My niggas keep the poles from Arizona to |
| Fuck hoes with no strings, bust on her nose ring |
| Everybody know that Rome king, you under the wing |
| Like the turbine, armed robbery was my third crime |
| It’s easier 'cause I didn’t have a pistol the first time |
| Nigga, fuck outta here |
| Ayo, pearls before swine, greatest of all time |
| Been smoked the teeth out, still smilin' like she fine |
| Used to look like Mona Lisa '06, you had Manolo sneakers |
| Hit the pipe one time, she sweatin' like she got a fever (Ah) |
| Used to be a diva, now you lookin' eager |
| told you 'bout the smoke with Tina, yo |
| Tina still owe me fifty, she used to come through |
| With half-off Fendi, new gloves, old glizzy (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) |
| You never put a hand on a bird (Ah) |
| When I say I’m the flyest, I’m a man of my word |
| Had coke in the tire, I was parked on the curb (Skrrt) |
| Walkin' over fiends, had the train on the third (Ah) |
| When bricks was thirty-five, mines was thirty-two firm |
| TEC-22, every shot gon' burn (Brr, brr, brr, brr) |
| And if you don’t know, now you know, pussy |
| Ayo, this Westside Pootie |
| And I gave y’all six years to get a bag |
| We just spent a hundred thousand yesterday |
| Y’all better off workin' for us |
| Free Sly out the you know |
| I’m in Hermès, kickin' it like Judo |
| This too easy, I might drop an album this winter |
| And if y’all still broke then, jump off a bridge |
| This Griselda |