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westside gunn - bubba chuck (remix) lyrics

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

[verse 1: westside gunn]
ayo, every other second, fiends knockin’ at the door (ah)
all you heard was valentino screechin’ on the floor (ah)
hanging out the 458 with the .44 (skrrt)
seen flee up the block, the n+gga hollered, “lord, lord” (lord, lord)
banana clip out the mac+10, my n+ggas score more (brr, brr, brr)
floor seats, watchin’ lebron, i left the fourth quarter (ah)
johnny dang neck, spent a quarter on water (ah)
balenciaga bucket, meet the black tom sawyer, uh
ten minutes before lockdown, grab the goya, uh (ah)
kick you f+ckin’ gook, i’m upstairs, f+ckin’ toya, uh (ah)
poured up the middle, bubba chuck for the hoyas, uh (swish)
blew his head off, crack a safe for the lawyer, uh (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
fendi from the boots, the high point with the booler, uh (mmh)
makin’ salaat, got twenty shooters next jumu’ah, uh (brr)
next shot, joe dumars, uh (boom, boom, boom, boom boom, ah)
ayo, from the 3, all net, isaiah thomas (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
fashion week, me and kim jones with the chopper (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
dice game, saint laurent down, pulled out the whopper (ah)
who you be? walkin’ on water, i be the opulent (i be the opulent)
left wrist, right wrist, i better lock this sh+t (whip)
[chorus: westside gunn & stove god cooks]
too much ace, i threw the roofs up (my roofs up)
ferrari with the roof up (skrrt)
you n+ggas talk too much (talk too f+ckin’ much)
a hundred bricks, got ’em flewed up (flewed up)
too much ace, i threw the roofs up (my roofs up)
ferrari with the roof up (the roof up)
you n+ggas talk too much (talk too f+ckin’ much, uh)
a hundred bricks, got ’em flewed up (flewed up)

[verse 2: stove god cooks]
rick owens trench touch the hem (touch the hem, b+tch)
stove god, i cleanse the kilo of his sins (hallelujah)
holy water in the pot, spin, i’m locked in
the last blocks that landed, they stamped ’em with john lennon face (woo)
only blue notes, my young boy got us up like two more
i seen him shoot seven left handed, toni kukoč (brr, boom, boom)
cocaine moses, i part the ocean
drive a whole brick through in the lotus (woo), these n+ggas bogus (n+ggas bogus)
wockhardt in the cream soda (pour it)
versace cap and gown, i got a water whip diploma
whatever charges they throw at you, better hold ’em
couldn’t afford his case, i guess he’d rather fight his way up out a coma (brr, haha)
shoot the building, stash box built in
she said the runway for it, but i keep you filled in
sh+t, i’m on my way to close a deal
if columbus could steal land, b+tch, we can steal land (we can steal land)
drop top came with the bees like candyman
parked outside the waldorf historia
bangin’ half a mil’, countin’ half a mil’, it’s glorious (this sh+t is glorious)
long way from bundles of boy inside of the foreign (woo)
dope fiends’ arms tied up like ultimate warrior
i put a stove in the studio
whip it, then i no look, dish it like ricky rubio (like ricky rubio)
i’m ’bout to buy a hundred shares of hulu (yo)
magic with the chickens, we doin’ voodoo
we gon’ be filthy rich, we make it through these nine exits
balenciaga tyrexex, flexin’, stove
[chorus: westside gunn]
too much ace, i threw the roofs up (my roofs up)
ferrari with the roof up (skrrt)
you n+ggas talk too much (talk too f+ckin’ much)
a hundred bricks, got ’em flewed up (flewed up)
too much ace, i threw the roofs up (my roofs up)
ferrari with the roof up (the roof up)
you n+ggas talk too much (too f+ckin’ much)
a hundred bricks, got ’em flewed up (flewed up)

- westside gunn lyrics

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