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westside gunn - banana yacht lyrics

[intro: westside gunn]
boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
brr
boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

[chorus: westside gunn]
ayo, n-ggas soundin’ like this sh-t a style (like this a style)
rose ap with the arabic dial (arabic dial)
broad day, do you foul (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, do you foul)
my last two whips cost me 400 thou’ (cost me 400 thou’, skrt)

[interlude: estee nack]
you know what time it is, my n-gga
woah
this is night time, n-gga, you know, my n-gga
you know the f-ckin’ beat, my n-gga
my n-ggas’ n-ggas up late
no introduction necessary, you heard?
ayo

[verse 1: estee nack]
we out the bag, i’m with the flygod, n-ggas said they wanted that
work up in the glad bag, f-ck the credit, comin’ back (i see ’em)
rock the boston hat to match the red on my lumberjack (fly)
play the block, havin’ daily, countin’ fetty and runnin’ laps (run it)
rainy days, was f-ckin’ bougie b-tches on summer nights (woah)
tried to f-ck her years ago, but now i don’t wanna pipe (hahaha)
down to feed the dogs, but still the ovens is b-tter white (down)
tryna get a order, brock’ll hit you with somethin’ nice (what you need?)
four n-ggas rushin’ in, weapons of some type (boom)
talkin’ about your shooters, we get into gunfights (bow bow bow bow)
clint eastwood, my eyes squint in the sunlight (aimin’)
you can say whatever if the message is spun right (whatever)
snubnose sneezin’ ’cause sh-t was un-tight, lovin’ life (achoo)
au bon pain slice, now i’m takin’ another flight (where)
took the whole c-m blast like the sh-t was blood of christ (woah)
b-tches don’t know me, i live a double life (uh)
i bear witness to the flygod, still, we both is gods (we gods)
f-ckin’ with the squad, it’s no beef, we leave ’em with open scars (k!ll you, n-gga)
legislature quotin’ my bars, weed smoke to stars (smoke)
the architect from out the laws, give a thotty a throat m-ssage (oh)
woah (woah)

[interlude: estee nack]
hold on, son, you got option here, you heard? (yeah, oh)

[verse 2: estee nack]
ayo, son brought the stick (brr), my ex an ordinary, art legit (flyest)
spark the piff, me in the cut while i walk this [?] (not for the cops)
caught in the mix of the money, n-ggas dummies who think i’ma call it quits (hahaha)
c-ck the spits, it’s f-ck the arguments and the politics (brr)
n-ggas listen, i’m only focusin’ on gettin’ rich (really rich)
talkin’ big rich (uh huh), follow suit and get you some bigger sh-t (double up, son)
hollow tip inside the beretta clip, let ’em slip (what up, what up?)
put you on the p-ssage to h-ll and heaven quit, yo (pew pew pew)
the coffee grinder never ground coffee, that’s the gift (trap)
nutrabullet ain’t for jucin’ either, the magic mixin’ is trap sh-t
accurate fact list, mac you lift for flippin’ this n-gga mattress (boom)
hammer face, i [?] the arabic, mathematical practices (math)
satin pillowcases, fragrance is acid trip and half a brick
smash into fragments, bag this sh-t, cash cl!ck and the stacks captured it (money)
gave her the capsule to have the l!ck, that’s the ticket
i got the sh-t rappers ditch, my n-gga, i mastered it, fast with it
clash a critic, tell it to your face, your sh-t is porquería (trash)
[?]
n-gga, listen, the semi go “tra” like don chezina (brra)
n-ggas wantin’ drama to pop, so i hold the nina (boom)
woah (woah)

[chorus: westside gunn]
ayo, n-ggas soundin’ like this sh-t a style (like the sh-t a style)
rose ap with the arabic dial (arabic dial)
broad day, do you foul (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, do you foul)
my last two whips cost me 400 thou’ (cost me 400 thou’, skrt)

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