a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

ocnotes - dr. birds (remix) lyrics

[intro: westside gunn]
ah, ayo
brr, brr (griselda)

[verse 1: westside gunn]
ayo, i’m in salvatore makin’ salaat, bentayga in three flavors
shoot the n+gga now, we’ll speak later (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
up in whitney, got the mac with me
hid behind the warhol, dip to bergdorf, shot up the whole store (brr)
cherry fifty+seven, in the ‘bach learnin’ lessons (skrrt)
crack ain’t dry yet, it be ready in a second (ah)
forty chains on, halo, i’m a god, n+gga
fear of god jogger rockin’, n+gga, i don’t even jog
hangin’ out the wagen sunroof, pick a n+gga off (brr)
the mille with the chill bezel (ah)
all my foreigns red, it make me feel special
banana peel ak, i’m lookin’ rеal extra (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
with the top keys, thе money green teslas (skrrt)
told virgil write “brick” on my brick (write “brick” on my brick)
write “brick” on my brick
told virgil write “brick” on my brick
ayo, amiris filled with cash, i’m in the fashion district (ah)
shoot your momma house just for a half a bicken (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
all my n+ggas dealin’, all my n+ggas k!llin’ (brr)
them n+ggas tried to test me, now them n+ggas missin’ (ah)
meal quarters, i’m still awesome
water whip coke, i still voss it, rosé out the faucet
ah, tell virgil write “brick” on my brick
[verse 2: conway the machine]
look, lil’ brodie let off his thirty, he ain’t even flinch (yeah)
caught the body, dipped to the a, n0body seen him since (he got lost)
five+sixty benz and i ain’t need the tints (vroom)
my weakest scent cost more than your mama need for rent (hahaha)
that just for one zip, the drum rip, leave you rinsed (rrah)
hide the body for a week and it’s gon’ leave a stench (you smell that?)
rappers come to my city, they gon’ need consent (you need a pass, n+gga)
’cause we already know you p+ssy, n+gga, we convinced (hah)
i told virgil write “brick” on my brick (hah)
the nicest with this sh+t, ain’t write this, i just spit (woo)
white b+tch on my d+ck, this ice drip on my fist
no shoe deal, but look at all this nike sh+t that i get (hahaha, yeah)
on doat street, it’s white sh+t that i pitch
two in the morning, on the corner, night shift with my bl!ck (i got it all)
no soda in this off+white sh+t that i whip (hah)
i’m rich, put all this off+white sh+t on my b+tch (yeah, haha)
so if it’s smoke, we ain’t even askin’ (uh+huh)
we just pullin’ up and somebody gon’ see a casket (boom boom boom)
hall n nash and benny like james worthy, kareem and magic (yeah)
every time griselda drop, this sh+t gon’ be a classic (you know what’s up)

[verse 3: benny the butcher]
yo, i gave cocaine to users, and okays to shooters (i did)
i’m c+cky, vintage versace with the stone face medusas
sopranos at maggiano’s, we got gold+plated rugers
this pistol’ll backflip you and blow your whole frame to pluto (brr)
got all eyes on us, can we chill? eatin’ with snakes’ll probably get him k!lled
’cause trust me, every family had a henry hill (what else?)
and every man don’t got a benny sk!ll (nah)
when you this dope, it take least 50 mil’ just to sit me still (ah)
light ten on my whip, white b+tch on my d+ck
right wrist when i whip, that white brick on my brick
runway margiela, that type sh+t on my b+tch
b+tterflies and spikes, that type sh+t on my kicks
these rappers wanna be trendy (nah), they hoes wanna be friendly
but never, she wear forever 21 like it’s fendi (punk b+tch)
i told that b+tch it’s givenchy, she pr+nounce it “givinchy”
she wanna f+ck me and run through all my accounts ’til they empty
what would chinegun do? i’m still thinkin’ militant
old paraphernalia layin’ around, i got rid of it (that’s out of here)
then settled all my differences (i did)
i really had a chicken with a tree stamp like i stepped on it with a timberland
the butcher, n+gga (ah)

- ocnotes lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS