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pat la fontaine - westside gunn & conway lyrics

[intro]

yeah, hall and nash n-gga
free all the real n-ggas
rest in peace to all the real n-ggas
murder sh-t n-gga
get down or lay down b-tch n-gga
you know what it is n-gga
you already know n-gga

[verse 1: conway]

uh, uh, i got shooters of the roof
body you, bring back a finger for proof
i pull up with somethin’ missin’ a roof, a fifth of deuce
my b-tches say daddy you got the juice
my kicks was a deuce, now 200 true wax burner
swish or a goose, i’m the truth
the official n-ggas salute
i k!ll everything daringer produce
smokin’ cali with the sun out, cop pulled me over, i ain’t put the blunt out
said he heard the riot when i spun out
i got a call, said my work is finna run out
all my kicks i get a month before they come out
pull a drum out and rung out, knock a lung out
they sayin’ reject is too evil
the cuban is two kilos, i’m the new sigel
tell them b-tch n-ggas how to look
i pistol whip you then p-ss in your double cup
f-ck it, give you the whole drum
n-gga i’m easy to find, you know where i’m from
n-ggas sellin’ hard, gettin’ paid easy
armani v-neck, grey yeezy
it’s the s.e. gang, gun long as a hockey stick, pat la fontaine

[verse 2: westside gunn]

aye yo
ringside, pacquiao/mayweather
yeezy boots, tom ford grey leather
all navy baby tech spray better
my work costs more cuz it tastes better
the reese’s is sly greens, the pig bacon and thai peas
the miguels, the pops, mayo jars layin’ in the pot
told the fiends, “the bell broke,” so they knock
my louis straight on the rocks
b-tches see the big chains so they flock
beat the n-gga in b block with a mop
supreme bucket on like a sailor
at bergdorf gettin’ tailored
wrist on ice like the whalers
you better watch what they sell ya
i’ll bet that bullsh-t don’t swim
my connects shootin’ bricks with no rim
this n-gga paid me with a ‘010
smoke it out a [?] can, n-gga no stem
i’m f-ckin’ filthy, real n-ggas can feel me
k!ll me and leave me alone, i’m in the ring
versace vest, razor ramon, with a razor under the tongue
raise the eight and you’re done

[outro]

sh-t, they say they’re dipped in sauce. a nugget ain’t a nugget ’til it’s dipped in sauce motherf-cker. you know what it is. s.e. gang. bang, bang motherf-cker. this what it is. what up chine gun? gunner pap pap, and all that. sh-t, conway. yeah, westside gunn. we from the slums. buff time baby

- westside gunn conway lyrics

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