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Westside Gunn

Eric B

 

Eric B

(album: Hitler On Steroids - 2017)


Yo, turned Judas for the Yeezy 2's
Balmain biker suit with no bike
The Royce got no roof
Feel like I've been selling dope my whole life
Céline on my team
A.P.C Kanye sagging in my dreams
Ran trains on Vera Wang, pray for Paris then you pray for me
Madonnas on the mock necks
Wave the MACs out the drop head
Sporting DM in the BMs
Even the blind man he trying to see the Feds
So now these all have zip
Sharks on the Givenchys, who wanna swim?
Gargle with Belaire, beware
Style so dope, Versace brains on the stairs
Elegance, Pyrex for measurements
Iceberg history, your misery, your missing the concepts
Android homie, your home, where the work?
Just Don, Dobermans on the shirt
Before I starve, hit up Chow's with the mob
Breaking bricks at Joyrich, we rich
Shootouts at Bally's, left his brains on the suede joints
Yo Lord, I think I'm motherfucking hit
Throwing testers out the window
Fiends scrambling, I'm just dancing in my Kenzo
Pump the Enzo, wack crack spot mascots
For Mulberry drug dealer dreams came true
Don't get your moms buried, styling
Margiela Gats and the most sane
Pissing D'Ussé for a week straight
Saint Laurent over the Glock, kick in your door
All you seen was red bottom on the moccasins

Thank God he gave us drug dealing
Thank God he gave us drug dealing
Thank God he gave us drug dealing

Yo, got the Rav joint watermelon
You saw the real in my eyes to where your powder swimming
Will fly fry God blessing America
Pardon my back, Pyrex, two-three cover the MAC
Immaculate with a half a brick
Bag the fish, then I scramble like Kaepernick
Niggas know my repertoire
I dropped real tears when kid shot Escobar
Best of all time when it come down to this fly shit
All star, my rhyme, crime, drive-bys, line for line sick
Sporting Junn.J in Doomsday, compare me to you day, room spray
Got the beam on the Glock tip
Popped up in the drop six and shot fifths
Caused the riot up at Neiman Mar
Gas stoves, use the hammer or the fork

Thank God he gave us drug dealing
Thank God he gave us drug dealing
Thank God he gave us drug dealing
Thank God he gave us drug dealing

done

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