Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ostertag, artist - Westside Gunn. Date of issue: 23.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ostertag |
| Brick in my daughter newborn bag |
| When they was scared to get it through the mail, man, I went Utah Jazz (Woo) |
| They said, «Stovie, think you made it?» |
| How can I decipher? |
| Just know that I jumped in and killed, bitch, I’m Roddy Piper (Just know that) |
| They love my album like I died (Like I died) |
| I’m thirty kilos high, I brought the stove alive (Woo) |
| Then I dance on it |
| Last one had Hitler stamped on it, twenty-four carat gold pan jumpin' |
| Two hundred bands in the Chrome Heart pants, it’s nothin' (It's nothin') |
| I read your offer, that shit was disgusting (Haha) |
| I might sell my next shit for a million (For a million) |
| Only seven copies and I’m dead for real (I'm so serious) |
| Tell your favorite rapper I don’t feel him (Tell him I don’t feel him) |
| Tell the plug the doors is off, it’s time to fill up (It's time to get it) |
| If we make it home, we gon' kill him |
| Wins like this (Woo), feel like when the Pistons had Chauncey Billups (Stove) |
| Ain’t that the word on the street |
| FLYGOD has the best shit |