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LE Djoliba By Westside Gunn Brr Ayo (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Brr (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Ayo (Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Ayo, on the cover of Vogue, just me and my stove (Just me and my stove, ah) Same n---- in the pic, arm restin’ on Hov (Arm restin’ on Hov) We never spoke on rap, we was talkin’ Os (We was talkin’ Os, ah) Starin’ at a George Condo, I can get ’em whole (I can get ’em whole) Get out of line, I’ma up this pole (I’ma up this pole, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Cop the 2020 Rolls, I ain’t even drove (Skrt, I ain’t even drove) Them s---- was cheaper in the A, we had to hit the road (We had to hit the road, ah) The way my f-----’ neck look, they think I sold my soul (They think I sold my soul) Front row, Virgil Abloh show, this n---- GOAT (This n---- GOAT) Had a n---- tap dancin’ on th

Party wit Pop Smoke By Westside Gunn Ayo, you couldn’t keep score, Patek Phillipe wars (Ah) My n----- stare at Rugers, Gucci bit off Iceberg s---, I still copped the Mickey Pissy elevators, hand in hand, I wore Issey, Lord, forgive me Fashion Week, I gave ’em headstarts to Mississippi (Brr, brr, brr) Submachine guns, somebody f----- him, brains hangin’ off the frame Blood on the Salvatore Mundi, we rock cocaine (Ah) Tie-dye Dior floss, stickin’ n----- up at Christie’s Eugene Delacroixs for half price, leather strings and Rickys Ain’t no eye for eye, you take an eye, we take your whole head (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Shoppin’ sprees at galleries, Lafayette, come here let’s hold hands Baggin’ at the Mandarin, they can’t take the drip, Balenciaga mannequin Pots dancin’ with the grams of fish, whip game scandalous (Ah) My heart got a thousand shadows on it His brain had a lead hollow in it Bloodbaths under the moonlight Spill his guts when the time is right Valentino

Shawn vs. Flair By Westside Gunn An-an-an-another war story from a thirsty young hustler An-an-an-an-another war-war story An-an-an-an-an-another war story from a thirsty young hustler Once the-, once the-, once the pen hits the pad, it’s danger (Preemo) An-another war story from a thirsty young hustler Once-once-, once the-the p-, the p-, the pen hits the pad, it’s danger (Flygod) Ayo, you ever ate burgers on a Wednesday? (Wednesday) You ever ate chicken on a Thursday? (Thursday) Flygod the illest n----, per se (Per se) Pardon my motherfuckin’ wordplay Ayo, left out that fed cell, did the impossible, incomparable Hundred drumsticks and silencers came optional (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) S--- sound unstoppable, they duckin’ and dodgin’ (Ah) Topless Corvette parked in front of the masjid (Skrt, ah) Earned my respect, talk sink, when I whipped, it ain’t lock I still look gorgeous facin’ the stocking Ayo, the Murakami collector, t

Claiborne Kick By Westside Gunn Raw is Flygod Ayo Ayo, Patek wrist, took the cracks out the pots, geometrics (Ah) Bag the extras, lookin’ like the richest ever in the pickup Tesla (Skrt) Hundred shots to whoever (Brr), we want wars with the best (Brr) Elephant trunks stuck to less (Ah), four hundred thousand on the neck Knock off your head, f--- a vest (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom), you ever seen brains scattered? (Ah) Right in front of mama love, that type of s--- don’t matter (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Started gettin’ better work, then the money came faster (Ah) Had to sit down a bit, came home, back at it Same fork was faithful, we catch a body, let the Ace pour (Brr, brr, brr) Hit the brick with a Claymore kick, rock a Liz Claiborne, it ain’t safe for ’em (Ah) Mafia, what else? 227s, Blockworks Stood tall on that murder rock, the threat is on the compound Twenty-man tanks here, twenty four hour lockdown Was wanted on the net b

Versace By Westside Gunn Ayo (Brr) Brr (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Ayo, keys movin’ (Ah), fiends droolin’ Dope spoons blacker than Volvos What color tops we use in shootouts in cherry DeLoreans (Skrt, brr) The pole with the cooler, everybody gotta go one day But you goin’ sooner (Doot, doot, brr, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, brr, brr) Figure Four cologne, wide-bodies lookin’ gorgeous (Ah) Starin’ at the millionaires, neck cost a fortune Margiela at Jummah, the half-roof Porsches (Skrt) Ayo (Ah), neck a ring, full-length mink at the Sabres game Bullets make him drop thirty pounds, he should’ve tucked his chain (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Caught him by the Utica station, n----- pacin’ (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Hid the forty by the old room, winnin’, did my one-two (Ah) Chloe, what you drinkin’? Make sure my bottle’s gold Gator bites, I been poppin’ those, gettin’ tens down in Pompano Who f-----’ with me?

$500 Ounces By Westside Gunn Yeah, yeah, Kane train Uh, mic check, check Yeah, mic check, check Uh, yeah, yeah, mic check, check Yeah, uh, uh, mic check, check Yeah, uh, n----, check, check Yeah, yeah, yeah It’s been a long time since I tasted Workin’ that hot plate, cookin’ in my homeboy basement And Lambo knocked the coke off the table, that n---- waste it I showed him the new straps, the AK with the green laser (Bing, bing, bing) I’m on some street s---, my baby mama tweet s--- to stir up my haters I’m like, “Why she wanna stick me for my paper?” But f--- it, that’s life, it’s what you make it, one day you gon’ meet your maker Kobe died, I swear a n---- might cry when I watch the Lakers, damn All our mamas would watch us, boy, we was neighbors But how you look a n---- mom in the face when you shot her baby? (Bow) I got skeletons in my closet, right next to Balenciaga Call me Fred DiBiase, garage is a million dollars, my nogga Yeah, it’s just the way that God be

Allah Sent Me By Westside Gunn Griselda, Griselda, Griselda… F--- Ayo, I miss the days when bricks was only nineteen (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, ah, boom, boom, boom) I need a hundred right now (I need a hundred right now, brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Get the pot, let me do my thing (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, ah, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Stove hold me down (Stove hold me down, brr, brr) Allah sent me here to be the king (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, ah) Bodies on the four pound (Bodies on the four pound, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Look, hollow hit his head, I’ma peel it back (Hah) Hall N Nash s---, we brought the feeling back (We brought the feeling back, n----) Ayo, all red Spider with the ceiling back (Skrrt) Addicted

Euro Step By Westside Gunn Conductor, conductor, conductor Ayo Flygod Ayo, rockin’ a Sakai in the 911 soft-top (Skrt) Hopped out, big drum on it, had to sort ’em out (Brr, brr) Peace, my name’s West, but I’m from the East (Ah) Ayo, the only n---- that got five b------ with five visions Open your eyes, listen, this our time, Christes and Fly Waitin’ for fly b------, sippin’ pain in the rain Never got wet, this for my n----- that’s locked in the cage Brushin’ their waves with a chip bag, drop it like Six Flags (Skrt) Clothes from Fifth Ave, broke and got rich fast How you figure you n----- ill and you illin’, millin’, and shillin’ Icon, what a wonderful feeling, put holes in your building (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Allah willin’, I be touchin’ big bags (Ah) Goyard leashes on all-red Saint Bernards Saint Laurents, water whip the coke with the Avian They be on bullshit, I be on real time I be out in France with Clovis, sippin’ real wine Toast to my real n---

French Toast By Westside Gunn Bonjour Ayo, you don’t even speak English, I can tell that you mean it (That you mean it, that you mean it, that you mean it, that you mean it) You can put your legs up, you can choke me while I eat it (While I eat it, while I eat it, while I eat it, while I eat it) Hold hands by the Louvre, Eiffel Tower in the evening (In the evening, in the evening, in the evening, in the evening) We can laugh over french toast, but y’all don’t call it french toast (French toast, french toast, french toast, toast) Don’t worry ’bout me, b----, I been dope (I been dope, I been dope, I been dope, dope) You see the roses in my intro (In my intro, in my intro, in my intro, my intro, my intro) Big V on you, that’s for Valentino (That’s for Valentino, Valentino, Valentino, Valentino, Valentino) Cocaine Spider, seats cappuccino (Skr, cappuccino, cappuccino, cappuccino, cappuccino, cappuccino) Heard you just killed ’em at the Raf show (At the Raf show, at the

327 By Westside Gunn Look, I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for) Unreleased Off-White to the ankles (Ankles) Ayy, I’m in them places that you can’t go (That you can’t go) Don C, Nigo, in the same row (The same row) Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload) Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes) I’m a model now, baby, got the face for it (Face for it) Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for [Westside Gunn:] Ayo, I’m rockin’ old Nashes, on the runway in my coke fashion Anybody move, we toe-taggin’ (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) My 327s was blessings, leather Vuitton vests-es Keep a loaded firearm in Mercedes armrests, Lord stressin’ (Skrt) 22 with greys, 25, left in a cage I told him hold your head, it’s worse in a grave I threw coke in the pot, watched it bloom residue and consume He started wavin’, had a lighter and dope spoon A n----’ll try to kill you for your recipe My shooter nasa

George Bondo By Westside Gunn Ayo, I’m from a back block on the east side, peace and war Out on Leroy with the MAC on, peace Allah (Brr) My whole portfolio is gangster, whip with cocaine Just shot a n---- on the anklet (Boom, boom, boom), sellin’ dope Save this Persian rug five times a day, prayers, n----- tasteless Cells pop, n----- came through, stabbed ’em on the wakeup (Ah) N----- catch you at the showers for a hundred soups Bought a goose, we pulled up in a couple coupes (Skrt) The chopper on double loop (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Your body got hugged, but not enough to shoot We baggin’ up trouble at the W, what’s up with you? We huntin’ too (Ah) Still plottin’ and schemin’, on the cot, daydreamin’ Get shot out the Heron, pray demon, you ain’t breathin ‘ (Skrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) The yay reekin’, your lips movin’, you ain’t breathin’ You start coughin’ up blood for the same reasons, you ever sold

No Vacancy By Westside Gunn Brr, bonjour Brr Ayo, I whipped it with the left, I whipped it with the right (Whip) Three quarter mink at the Tank fight (Ah) Your s--- stepped on, get your yay right (Ah) I blow your brains out in broad daylight (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) You ever made love to the pot? I ain’t think so You ever threw up from smellin’ too many kilos? The Migos, Nigos, we reload the free throws The Margiela peacoat, the regal Four story house I got off Ebro, the VLONE Rest in peace Vino (Ah), rest in peace Kino, the Spiegel The seagulls, April fresh ego Slam you on your neck like Bruno Sammartino Welcome home Tito, you proud and sippin’ pinot My shooter shot five n----- in a row, we yell “Bingo”, my nino (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Bulletproof Bentleys parked outside the Whitney (Skrt) You need it, n----, hit me, vacuum seal it, then you ship it (Ah)

400 Million Plus Tax By Westside Gunn Three hundred and seventy million, back to Francois’ client At Three hundred and seventy million dollars, ladies and gentlemen Four hundred million Four hundred million is the bid Here in the sale room at four hundred million with Alex Rotter The bid is here at four hundred million dollars For the Salvatore Mundi at four hundred million Francois is out, are you sure, Francois? At four hundred million then, thank you for your bidding here and on the telephone to my left And of course here, Loïc and Francois, it is with Alex Rotter At four hundred million Leonardo, Salvatore Mundi Selling here at Christie’s, four hundred million dollars is the bid And the piece is sold