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Westside Gunn

Soft Top (CD Bonus Track)

 

Soft Top (CD Bonus Track)

(album: 10 - 2022)


Grrrt, grrrt
Ayo
Oh, back to Flygod Mir

Ayo, track on the plate (Agh) Jay's banging all night, all day
Twelve, twelve, eights, [?] trench in the pissy hallway
Green bean on the mac, broad day (Brr, brr, brr)
(Brr) Ayo, I was on the corner with that clean in my sock
Caught 'em coming from the showers, beat 'em with a mop
Frank gotta know where, hit 'em with a lot (Agh)
Everybody locked down, blood wouldn't stop (Uh-uh)
Lamborghini, soft top, bitches think I'm hot (Skrrt)
Sunbathing, Miu Miu shades on the yacht (Mmm)
Plug tried to throw some base on me, had to swap (Mmm)
S.E. Gang, free Kutter, free Hop (Free Sly)
Suite cost 5K a night, I barely sleep in it (Uh-uh)
Two chandeliers in the kitchen, barely eat in it (Uh-uh)
But I cooked a bird the other day, I had to remix it (Remix, ah)

Got my first brick, went to sleep with it, I was so excited
Had a dream, all my opps was broke, all the coke cooking, it was no inditements
Shooter said, "When I find 'em, I'm going billboard, I'm going diamond"
Show you how to repress a brick, duct tape it down the middle, cross it over like—
Fuck it, the coke disappear, and the water stay patient, it's gon' come alive again
Water whip world champion, I win the Powder Olympics
I went O.J. Mayo with the yeyo, bitch, I took the Bucks out to Memphis
Tell 'em Stove said, "Fuck all the previous business, the scorpions all on the dishes"
Every bird I cook Michelin, like I swear God, they dissing you
I'm like, "Ain't nody listening", tell 'em, "Hail Mary, go the distance"
Ah, we in Louis, we in Paris, thinking "What would Virgil do?"
Word to who? When Butch' dropped Burden of Proof, I had twenty birds in the coop
My young boy do a drive-by by himself, he would just swerve and then shoot (Skrt, grrrt)
Hah, don't die over music

Griselda by Fashion Rebels

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?