| Ayo, the beautiful, bagging up coke in my cuticles
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| Hop out, kill two other niggas at your funeral
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| (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
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| Ain’t nobody iller, point 'em out, I might kill them niggas
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| Kith Hilfiger, wrist glittering, the water whippers
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| (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)
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| AR from afar’ll flip ya, you niggas acting like you richer
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| It’s a cold world, show kids out Cavalli trenches (Ah)
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| Drug dealer’s recipe, death’ll squeeze (Boom boom boom boom)
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| Fuck a bitch once, you’ll never leave, it’s all there, it better be
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| Menacing thoughts, hanger whip it, a fork
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| On the yard, some niggas stabbing niggas for sport (Ah)
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| Goyard briefcase, snuck the MAC up in court
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| Didn’t want a Buffalo nigga the king of New York
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| Black Waverunners, two bodies in the same summer (Boom boom boom boom boom)
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| Gave the cocaine a brain buster
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| Ayo, niggas count my money 'cause them niggas never had it (Uh uh)
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| Hanging out the orange with the fully automatic (Skrt)
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| They don’t give a fuck, I’ma still rock Yeezy (Grr)
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| .40 cal up close, head shot, shit’ll leave the (Boom)
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| Martine Rose on a speedboat, hand signal
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| number, shootouts, my shit hold at least a hundred (Grr)
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| Fuck nigga, you speak on nothing, keep the Ruger in the Reese Cooper
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| I drop the bag off, his own man’ll do him (Boom boom boom)
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| And walk off like he never knew him (Ah)
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| The narcissist, shit marvelous, got bricks for half
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| AP wrist mad, whole shit bust down
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| Foreigns, paper tag (Skr), trash bags on the mag (Boom boom boom boom boom boom
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| boom boom boom boom boom boom)
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| Now, under this shit, we have the tag team champions
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| And it didn’t take you long to do it
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| Well, uh, I like to think all of my work, uh, is a masterpiece, you know
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| Oh sure, of course
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| This is- this took a little time
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| Do you use oils?
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| I don’t like to divulge what I, uh, use for my process
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| I was gonna say, if you did, you could just dip the brush in your hair
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| Oh
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| Alright, just, I’m sure you could just-
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| I’d like to put the kid Tony over here
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| Yeah, I’m sure, yeah, yeah
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| Anyway, this painting, this is, uh, my version, or how I feel, the world tag
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| team champions look
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| Okay, can we have a drum roll, please?
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| Very good, alright, are we all ready for the unveiling?
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| Is everybody ready?
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| Yeah
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| Is everybody psyched up for this or what?
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| Psyched up to the max |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Versace Will Never Be the Same Again, artist - Westside Gunn. Album song Hitler Wears Hermes 6, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп