Текст песни Westside Gunn - Chine Gun

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[Scratches: Daringer] If it's beef, listen I will blam you Griselda [Verse: Westside Gunn] Ayo, the pack whipper, gold plastic wrap zipper The MAC gripper, the two-for-five crack pitcher The Ronnie Fieg rocker, the Off-White biker over the chopper This is 23 in one lock up Paint the Wraith Bape Camo, hang out the sunroof like Rambo Cheese, eggs and grits outta Pano's Virgil, Vandal, Van Gogh, I lust for bank rolls Bitches be rubbin' my feet while you chase hoes I was ahead of my time, baking soda, wrappin' yola Treach on the one and two, I copped the Rover Some niggas wanna hate 'cause I'm greater Sent my son to hang on the calls, Bulgari down three days later A half a milli in jewels, I had the 40 on me Try if you want, I'll spill your brains on your trophy [Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo] Try if you want, I'll spray your brains on 'em [Scratches: Daringer] Niggas can't fuck with S.E Remember that [Interlude] Listen, I'm on my J.O.B In the hood, a live boy I'ma bang my heat And I've never been the nigga to pause If there's beef, fuck 'em, I hit his block And I'm tossin' 'em all Alot of niggas talkin' big like they gangsta and such And the hollows won't flip that truck Faggot, listen, I will blam you Murder Block One is what what it is [Inaudible]

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