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forest lawn - westside gunn lyrics

[intro: westside gunn]
brrr
doot*doot
doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot
ayo, ayo

[chorus: westside gunn]
i take these words to my grave, can’t n0body f*ck with me
i take these words to my grave, i take these words to my grave
i take these words to my grave, can’t n0body f*ck with me
i take these words to my grave, i take these words to my grave
i take these words to my grave, can’t n0body f*ck with me
i take these words to my grave, i take these words to my grave
i take these words to my grave, can’t n0body f*ck with me
i take these words to my grave, i take these words to my grave

[verse 1: westside gunn]
ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo
four pound automatic (automatic)
turn one to three, i’m talking magic (i’m talking magic)
my telfar saggin’ (my telfar saggin’)
see*through margiela mask with the matte tip (rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
everybody wish they was this
jumpsuit was undercover, got the best work on my mother
take one hit, i bat his brother
got five runners for the summer, they gon’ bring me all that
i’ma buy guns for you suckers, i’ma buy more johnny dang
two hundred rounds, watch that thing hang
i’ma shoot out the sun roof, gloves on, alexander w*ng
y’all keep acting like y’all live sh*t, y’all ain’t sh*t (f*ck y’all n*ggas)
y’all be l*sting on ig, i f*cked that b*tch
i got money on money, i could get you k!lled
all my n*ggas got bodies, .223’s gon’ split yo sh*t (split yo sh*t)
[chorus: westside gunn]
i take these words to my grave, can’t n0body f*ck with me
i take these words to my grave, i take these words to my grave
i take these words to my grave, can’t n0body f*ck with me
i take these words to my grave, i take these words to my grave
i take these words to my grave, can’t n0body f*ck with me
i take these words to my grave, i take these words to my grave
i take these words to my grave, can’t n0body f*ck with me
i take these words to my grave, i take these words to my grave

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
my foyer got stamina, arm and a hammer
now i’ma get rich in this bih
my money so tall, like wood on some stilts
so tippy*toe, hopping the fence
i pop in ya, popping my wrist
mention my name when you pull out the list
i’m leading scorer, a couple assists
i’m in a foreign surrounded by bricks
you on the floor surrounded by sticks
you want some more, you gonna get it
on 22s, a word to emmitt
when i’m in first, your foes defend me
coming in first, your folks offend me
i’m in the rolls, no first amendment
i close the gap, i told my dentist
i used to trap next door to wendys
i*i got ’em tweaking now (tweaking now)
probably no sleeping now (sleeping now)
i pop with the beacon, you know what i’m speaking
with gasoline seeping out (f*ck that sh*t, boy)
extendo is peeking out, the lookout is peeking out
you know i ain’t preaching, mama my mental
they gotta come see me now, tony
[chorus: westside gunn]
i take these words to my grave, can’t n0body f*ck with me
i take these words to my grave, i take these words to my grave
i take these words to my grave, can’t n0body f*ck with me
i take these words to my grave, i take these words to my grave
i take these words to my grave, can’t n0body f*ck with me
i take these words to my grave, i take these words to my grave
i take these words to my grave, can’t n0body f*ck with me
i take these words to my grave, i take these words to my grave

[verse 3: armani caesar]
mani caese, the dame with the gang
griselda the crew, we the clique with the wave
boss b*tch, queen of my lane
been runnin’ it up like i’m gettin’ in shape
f*ck it, i just gave my own self a raise
which one i’ma cop, bentley or wraith?
might get ’em both just to play in they face
tell ’em white b*tches to stay in they place
these rackies get ’em so aggy
it ain’t respected unless a b*tch at me
armani’s closet, fit got ’em gaggin’
you in designer, still lookin’ tacky
my chain on johnny dang
my bank account put these n*ggas to shame (haha)
you doing spreads with all of them twenties
please put them lil’ bitty racks away, woo
uppin’ sticks while i’m uppin’ d*cks
while you suckin’ d*ck, i be fluffin’ bricks
boss b*tch and i’m f*ckin’ rich
wish i would be pressed ’bout another b*tch
saint laurent, it ain’t even out yet
i ain’t shoppin’ at no f*ckin’ outlet
in milan with my hands outstretched
livin’ room with versace couch sets
[outro]
ain’t that the word on the street?
flygod has the best sh*t

- westside gunn lyrics

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