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FlyGod Jr (feat. DJ Drama)
Westside Gunn & Doe Boy
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Uh-hm, a decade strong You know when I first started DJ'ing All I wanted to do was get my name on a flyer Now I'm flyer than ever So who better to introduce the FLYGOD than me? Cultural art at it's finest Welcome, to Hitler Wears Hermès 10 Oh yeah, DJ Drama! (FLYGOD) Ayo, where you was at when I was sellin' those eights? (Ah) Tesla two-seater, just me and the Drac' (Ah) Fiend said he comin' right back, I said "Great" (Ah) Duffle bag got the Wardolf, Freddie May Margiela see-throughs sleevеs, you see the gauge (Ah, boom-boom-boom) Bought a new d!ck, cost three hundred, Plain Jane Dutchie stoved ten but I just whipped fifty Central Park out on Leroy in the Bentley (Skrrt) Rest in Peace Dip, you was on my left titty Rest in peace Munch, I'm the king of my city (Dramatic, n!gga) Post got bodies on bodies (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) All my jewels on, I make a n!gga wanna rob me (Ah) Think sh!t sweet I had you n!ggas on a diet Shooter sixteen, three-and-0 with the fire (Ah) N!gga said he got the sh!ts from me, he a liar (Ah) Your b!tch fvckin with me overseas, she a (Gangsta Gri-zillz) Got most off of c0caine (Cocaine) Kicks two-thousands, sh!ts don't got no name (Ah, uh-uh) Fiends at the house, it look like Soul Train (Soul Train) Cherry Mulsanne, I got road rage (Skrrt) Make sure it's filled then you unload it You ain't shootin' sh!t, now you can't hold it (Ah) My n!gga rock a blue, cuz stay rollin' (Ah) My buz wearin' red, that n!gga stay blowin' That n!gga on the run, nah, I don't know him (I don't know him) You don't know him but your h0e know him (Oh really, Gangsta Gri-zillz) Doe, Doe, Doe (Beezy) Doe Hell of a run we havin', huh? Doe, Doe, Doe (Beezy) Doe This Gangsta Grillz dough got me spendin' a lot of money on Hermès Doe, Doe, Doe (Beezy) Doe (Beezy, hahahahaha, Doe Boy!) Doe, Beezy, Doe, go (Pow, pow, pow, grroaw, pow, pow, oh really) I don't like repeating myself, it's only one time I'ma tell you One thing for sure, them Glocks won't fail you, I keep my guns just like Griselda (Bow-bow-bow) I got richer than my teachers but they said I'll be a failure (Fools!) I make n!ggas' mommas cry, guess I do not respect my elders (Oh, really) My young boy finesse his draws, b!tch, you better knock off what he sell you You better not come on this block, he up the chop', that hammer nail you Tried to tell you, had to teach your ass a lesson My boy a demon, God he don't believe in, b!tch, he step on peasants (Bow-bow-bow) We got Dracos, not no Smith & Wessons, b!tch, we really reckless Got that .30 on my left hip, up it quicker than half a second What we been through, bet the opps gon' be on point, who wanna bet it? Said you was a killer, I heard him said it but I'm the type to come for your credit If I feel her, I'll go get her, I'm the type to swipe my debit (Come here, baby) I be steppin', I'm not petty, I'm the type to ice her Patek Ice her pedicure, drape her in Dior, we did that before You just rap, ain't really behind bars before except your metaphors (Oh, really, Gangsta Gri-zillz) Go (Beezy) That's ten times we done put on a MasterClass for you now Go, go, go (Beezy) go When you n!ggas gon' realize? Go, go, go (Beezy) go You can't do what we do! Go, go, go (Beezy) go (oh really, legendary!)
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