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Westside Gunn

Ringside Rocking Furs

 

Ringside Rocking Furs

(album: Fourth Rope - 2019)


[Tiona Deniece:]
Flygod, Flygod, Flygod
Flygod, Flygod, Flygod
Flygod, Flygod, Flygod

[Westside Gunn:]
You know how I do, kicks Christian Pugh
Left wrist tryna make it two (whip)
Run the water lick the plate
Craig Green rocking niggas bagging extra weight
Ahead of my time, came back the second day
I'm on tour with the king
Big poncho in the rain
Shot up so much the nigga couldn't buy a vein
Pitcher like Fernandez
22 Tek Donna Lang peg leg
With the [?] rocking 424
The rich getting richer, the poor getting poorer
You can't ignore us
The M16 on the tour bus
Highway to hell, we took the shortcut
Lost Chine Gun, I went short bus
We flyer
My unc in Kingston need a wire
Ayo, I'm on fire
These BB's some berries you couldn't tire
Come try us
My shooter doing bad, he might kill you for a thousand bucks
I'm from the grimiest
Slugging them shells, I mean the tiniest
Now these labels wanna fly me in
My bitch ass fat, waist the tiniest
Too tone Maybach you might find me in
Money, I need it asap
No Rocky, no Ferg
I'm talking Basquiat's at ringside rocking furs
Mulsanne on my mama curb

[Keisha Plum:]
Pretty poetic genius with the pen
Kill you maricóns again
Hugs the skies as disguises
High fives and 25-to-lifers
Shot in the neck, ran in slow-mo
Like Peter Luger, very 7-uno-6
Drop your big mama off in Lake Erie with a cement brick
Put one up in the air for the hood Maya Angelou
Crying tears of honey
Over that drug money
Blood money

done

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