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(álbum: And Then You Pray For Me - 2023)


[Westside Gunn:]
Ayo, I'm at the Intercontinental, bagging up
Talking 'bout your North fly, nigga, bitch, is you dumb?
Dunnhill, aping out and put a one on the one
Mini TEC on the lap, that's a gun on a
Back to back Rolls with the tops off (Skrrt)
Papi Steak schnitzel with some hot sauce (Mmm)
Vic Van Ruff on the sawed-off (Mmm)
These niggas praying on my downfall
Nigga, grab the blush, blow him off (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Everybody hit him, that's the protocol (Ah)
Hotel cars, eating shrimp like a boss (Ah)
Nigga, rock a bus, tow a forty-carter car (Ah)
Bitch thought she coming home with me, I'm a star (I'm a star)
Little Russian model bitch, I fucked in the jaw (Ah)
Two-fifty, easy on her arm, pick an arm (Mmm)
East side nigga, I can bag Nia Long (Mmm)
Roof at the view, you see the view of Milan (Ah)
I've been pissing Dom all week, I'm a don (Mmm)
Sean Don, yeah, yeah, spot him, Just Don (Ah)
Sipping 99 fried rice with some prawns (Ah)
Twenty on your head, you'll be gone by the morn' (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Only nigga in my city, back to back foreigns (Skrrt)
Fashion Week, my white bitch sucking and snorting (Ah)
Me and Verdy out in Harajuku, remorseless (Ah)
Gucci trench, Gucci goggles on like I'm snorkeling (Ah)
Heated floors in my garage for the Porsche

[Estee Nack:]
Whoever said money don't change you, they was lying (They was lying)
Wear Balmain, eating fine dining
I'm that nigga, all these niggas, they be trying (They be tryin')
I'm that nigga, let the MAC get to flying
Whoever said money don't change you, they was lying (They was lying)
Wear Balmain, eating fine dining
I'm that nigga, all these niggas, they be trying (They be trying, huh, M-M-M)
I'm that nigga, let the MAC get to flying (It's the biggest, Maybach Music)

[Rick Ross:]
Chanel boots, Lamborghini coupes
Shooters on the leash, time to let them loose
All these accusations, snitches in the news
Still in the boobie trap, I made a stripper my masseuse
Still be shopping Kelly's (Huh), million while in Paris (Huh)
Mimosas for the moment, all the murders out of Mary (Woo)
Watch three hundred carats, you should never wear it (Huh)
All them niggas robbers, to be honest, they be jealous
Cars made of glass, Givenchys on the mask (Huh)
Feds know to watch me, attorneys know the task
I still live a life that you can never grasp
Heavy on the ice (Huh), Bella in the glass (M-M-M)

[Estee Nack:]
Whoever said money don't change you, they was lying (They was lying)
Wear Balmain, eating fine dining
I'm that nigga, all these niggas, they be trying (They be tryin')
I'm that nigga, let the MAC get to flying
Whoever said money don't change you, they was lying (They was lying)
Wear Balmain, eating fine dining
I'm that nigga, all these niggas, they be trying (They be tryin')
I'm that nigga, let the MAC get to flying

[Outro:]
Whatever you niggas wanna think, think what you wanna think, nigga
'Cause I don't fuck with you niggas, no way
Come on, homie, what happened to that?
Man, fuck you niggas
Nigga, me and my team, whoever I got
Nigga, they ain't going nowhere
Nigga, I ain't got to prove nothing to no motherfucker, nigga

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