| Brr, ayo
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| Griselda
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| Brr, ayo
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| Ayo, the marvelous (The marvelous, ah), the gorgeous (The gorgeous, ah)
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| Twin Porsches (Twin Porsches, skrrt), the exalted (The exalted)
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| The archer (The archer), Prada parka with the shotgun
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| Every time the wind blow, I wanna pop somethin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,
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| boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
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| You never shot nothin' (Uh-uh, ah), imagine my vision
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| I had the Linda Farrows tinted, Pérignon washin' my Hell’s chicken (Ah)
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| Over stoves, ambitions (Whip)
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| I’m from the same streets as Bust-a-Brick Nick and this wrist ridiculous (Ah)
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| Fifteen hundred on the kicks and them shits feo (Them shits feo)
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| Cookie or mayo jar, Jose Canseco (Jose Canseco, brr)
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| Jose Canseco (Brr, Jose Canseco)
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| Jose Canseco (Jose Canseco, brr, brr, brr)
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| Jose Canseco (Jose Canseco, brr)
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| Jose Canseco (Brr)
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| Ayo, born a god, rockin' Human Made (Rockin' Human Made)
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| Double up to a Geiger, sharpshooter aim, my third house in my cougar name
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| My lil' niggas still shoot for fame (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot,
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| doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
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| Moms don’t work, pops skated, you don’t know the pain (You don’t know the pain)
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| Heron Preston rain jumper, don’t know the rain (Don't know the rain)
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| What we do for stain, Pyrex souvenirs, maneuver 'caine (Ah)
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| Kerry James in the dope spot (In the dope spot)
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| Handed purple tops out the door knob
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| Wow, uh
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| In a Tesla swervin' (Swervin' on these niggas)
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| Talkin' to my man, he said the last batch that came in was worthless
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| I told him, «Nah, when it cook like that is just a bit of a burden (That's it)
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| Just drop the price a couple points and keep servin'»
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| Red velvet Louis jacket, I’m Ron Burgundy
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| See the heat comin' off the hundreds, the money burnin' (We hot)
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| These labels still jerkin'
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| I heard your deal came with a hundred thousand and some Jergens (Damn)
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| These fake boss niggas is really workers
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| I follow the bricks, I seen the wizard behind the curtain (I seen it)
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| They talk big 'til we catch 'em in person
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| They talk big 'til we shoot they Suburban (Brr, bah, bah)
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| Me and Emeril Lagasse should be the next Verzuz
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| Two stoves side by side, I bet I work him (I bet I work him)
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| I turned my granddaddy church parkin' lot to a Church’s Chicken (Woo)
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| Take the braids out, let the hair hang like Mr. Perfect shit
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| They owe some streaming money, but I ain’t hurtin'
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| I told my young nigga how much, he said, «I woulda murked 'em» (Haha)
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| Big homie fresh home drinkin' coffee out the Keurig (Yo)
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| A hundred and forty-four months ain’t break his spirit (He walked it)
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| He jumped back in, I told him it’s different, I tried to prepare him
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| He good, he a old, brave nigga, he Hank Aaron (Woo)
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| Forgiatos on the McLaren
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| Young, rich, and arrogant, is you hearin' this? |
| (You hear me, nigga?)
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| Over the stove, bangin' Pray for Paris
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| I think the UFOs dropped the top blocks on the pyramids (That's just me)
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| It’s a method to the madness, everything is math (It's all math)
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| You know you kill the foundation, everything collapse
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| Everything is stamped, everything is wrapped
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| If the feds ask you 'bout me, tell 'em everything is cap (Big cap)
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| Jose Canseco (Ha)
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| Jose Canseco (Jose Canseco)
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| This that up three, «Burt & State» flow
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| Jose Canseco (Jose Canseco)
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| Young nigga out the GT with the Draco (Brr, bah, bah, bah, bah)
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| Jose Canseco (Jose Canseco)
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| For them to think that they could be in the same ring with me is, wow,
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| you know that is—
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| Unbelievable?
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| Don’t put words in my mouth, man, I can handle myself out here
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| Yeah, but I won’t, no, no, no (That a shoot?)
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| That’s a shoot, brother, that is one thousand percent, yeah
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| 'Cause the time has come |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jose Canseco, artist - Westside Gunn. Album song Flygod Is An Awesome God 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп