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Westside Gunn

Peppas

 

Peppas

(álbum: 10 - 2022)


Don't take this ass whipping personally
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem, Conductor
Don't wait for her, man
Ink well elegant, more medicine
Bey, Bey, Bey

Ink well elegant, more medicine miracle
Past due perennials, point it's Ivan the Terrible
Graveyard footfall, sound God bury site
Batman, Earth slam, Joker to the tanzanite
Matte-black dynamite, blast radius, black radio
Core capability, Flacko facility
Fly guy, do or die, Bed-Stuy energy
Semper fi, B-E-Y
These hoes hilarious, the cardiac serious
Cartier tank top, blow the central bank up
It's all where your bank's chucked, nah, baby, it ain't luck
Days without a way, we prayed, then we made one
See that God graced us with flavors and fountains
X amount of mountains, X amount of X amount, it's countless
Your wizard is a fraud, what you afraid for?
Saw a lot of thunder, no rainfall
Keynote considered glowing, get the geometrics, true and living

The stars of the story got him moving different
Goofy niggas, the hate be in they genes like it's they true religion
If it isn't love, it must be New Edition
Flygods, nah, we don't believe in superstitious
Superman to man, see through the system with my super vision
Powerful, the spirit'll grab it like tabernacle
The voice of the people keep it deeper than an Adam's apple
Yeah, even more than before
I said what I said 'cause I saw what I saw
Son swore he ain't the boys but always calling the law
It got him acting unhinged like a door on the floor
Yeah, I'm never silent, always speaking up
Personally, I find that you cowardly niggas weak as fuck
When justice, no peace too much, could never be enough
Louder than the bomb, but we turning up 'til the speakers bust
Living on the road, Mama framing my tour posters
Stay away from these industry agents, they all vultures
We breaking up these toys 'cause they faker than small soldiers
I don't know why they do it but it can't be for the culture
Claiming La Costra Nostra, we in love with the coca
They hit niggas with the R.I.C.O., AP comported in cola
A generational wealth, they standing on they ancestor's shoulders
Have to burn it down, Tulsa, Oklahoma

Ayo, Goyard messenger hanging off the shoulder
Laying on the bunk, screaming "Three for his sofa"
In three mans cells rocking three man (Three man)
Catch you in the shower, nigga, keep playing (Nigga, keep playin')
My shit feel like it's Illmatic again
My favorite fiend went to rehab
Two weeks later, he was back a addict again (Addict again)
He was three dollars short, had to drag him from the Benz wagon again (Skrrt, ah)
He crashed it, bought another toy (Another toy)
He did a George Jeff Loverboy (Loverboy)
Everybody know my dean, burnt clean (Ah)
Fendi sweatpants, got the MAC on the drawstring
My nigga hit me just to say he got the biggest lock in Orleans
I had the thirty-eight at fourteen (Fourteen)
Eric got a poncho, blanco
So much coke, he had to get the baking soda from Costco's
My shooter sniffing coke like Jon Bones (Sniff)
Dried colored chicken with the Toms on
Get your helluva mind blown (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Your stylist picked it out with the eyes closed, Gucci highs with the rhinestones (Woo)
When you see the red wagon, you know it's happening (Skrrt)
Desert in a done heel, niggas know what's bracking (Ah)
Red soles on the Loubs, I'm a show assassin (Ah)
Hopped out at Carbone, all the cameras flashing
Hopped out at Carbone, all the bitches grabbing (Woo)
Bitches love the FLYGOD, all these niggas capping (Woo)
LV snapback with the Crips that's backwards (Ah)
FLYGOD

Westside Gunn watching from the front row over there
Like you said, Excalibur, hip-hop royalty in the house here tonight on Rampage
Both inside and outside the ring
Look at him, he's texting me right now
He wants some advice on his career
Yeah, how to-, how to kick people

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