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westside gunn - easter gunday 2 lyrics

[intro: keisha plum]
bow our heads, let us pray
thou shall still not f-ck with the flygod
who else has done what he has?
f-ckin’ god risen from the buffalo slums
griselda gang, let them other n-gg-s hang
easter eggs finessed with rubies and gold
keisha plum, giving you the greatest story never told
pastry poochie, wild as david ruffin on c-ke, dripping in gucci
it’s gunday, eat these words and die
surprise surprise, she’s still the illest poet alive

[bridge: westside gunn]
ayo, (boom!) ayo f-ck these n-gg-s yo, (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!) aye yo
‘f-ck about (grrrdt!) none of these n-gg-s, yo (grrrrddddttt! boom boom boom boom boom!)
luxurious fly sh-t (doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot!)

[verse 2: westside gunn]
ayo, infatuated by co-rs- paintings and laws waiting
medusa on the saucer scr-pin’
i be the flyest n-gg- ever, mirror mirror
off-white biker leather, yo, superman all on my sweater yo
warhol with the gloves on, turn the stove on
money green, [?], you never drove with
i had the fiends on the block singing “west that n-gg-”
yay dealer, j dilla, 50 on both wrists’s, c-ke whippers
chanel bags for both of my b-tches, peace (peace!)
sold dope for ten years straight
dog sniff the readymade bag then fainted
readymade frogman leaping over basics
your favorite rapper a lil n-gg-, let’s face it
know it, nyc apr-n like i’m baking, lord
the chain cost thirty, thirty did ’em dirty
you f-ckers ain’t worthy, lord
i do sh-t like, cop a new whip when i’m bored
griselda records n-gg-, see the scale and the sword
griselda records n-gg-, it’s the f-ckin’ almighty
used to camp in the line, now i’m getting boxes from nike (ow!)
shoutout the flygod’s by nike
shout out to chris from play cloths
i just might paint the wraith gold
face blown off, one shot though (boom!)
hop in the ghost and ghost, (skrr) gucci goes for show
free my n-gg- a, free my n-gg- sos (free my n-gg-s)
god, why you take [?] so soon? (so soon)
why you take him so soon lord?
god, why you take ‘chine gun so soon? (so soon)
he never made it to twenty-five (twenty-five)
they never made it to twenty-five (twenty-five)
they never made it to twenty-five (twenty-five)
why you took my n-gg- so soon?
why you took him so soon?

[bridge: westside gunn]
ayo, it’s the flygod himself
it’s easter gunday
i just p-ssed champagne all morning
last night was beautiful, we went out
y’know, was there at your birthday weekend man
we had the section
we popped bottles all night
gorgeous b-tches, smoking dope, you know
fly of course, we just livin’ life
n-gg-s dropping they alb-ms man
i’m not f-ckin’ impressed neither
see i fell back for a minute, doin’ the clothes and sh-t
everything sellin’ out, man i think the people-
y’know this sh-t art, my n-gg-, this sh-t legendary, nah’mean like-
i-i come with this shi- i-i come with this sh-t-
like, i come at this sh-t on some other sh-t, y’nahmean
n-gg-s keep stealin’ my f-cking sh-t man, nah’mean?
any- yo, i’m tired of n-gg-s stealin’ my sh-t man
let’s be f-ckin real man
nah’mean, your f-cking favorite rappers some little n-gg-s too
tell you that, i don’t give a f-ck how-
them n-gg-s could be 42, them n-gg-s is still little n-gg-s man!
let’s get that f-ckin’ straight
it’s ’bout to be a h-ll of a year man
i just woke up and wanted to do this sh-t, man
i had to give y’all n-gg-s part two man
and yo, i don’t know what the f-ck y’all n-gg-s thought
but sh-t don’t change over here my n-gg-
this sh-t is loyalty over here my n-gg-, no matter what
so with that bein’ said…

(yuh!)

[verse 2: mach-hommy]
ayo, my n-gg- i feel a lot of pain
your psychosomatic brain got the frontal lobes blicked off
you outta range
i feel every inch of every blade
that’s why when n-gg-s say we bff, it’s a little ripple
it’s not a wave (it’s not a wave)
it’s a goose pillow inside the case
them crackas rock your -ss to sleep with a pencil
n-gg-s is wide awake
temperamental n-gg-s is outer sp-ce
how many seroquel, my n-gg- think
how many gypsies not away? (sleep)
i kept my penny-pincher by the waist
i’m at my friendliest, tune in
i let my henny sit without a chase
dodge viper, i got the key to entourage tighter
wha have a keep a rum pum pum nah ya? (doot doot, blow)
set the snakes in the gr-ss on fire (doot doot doot doot)
you’re messier with the patch on fire (doot doot)
look at the mess we made
your cul-de-sac on fire (doot doot doot)
this perrier, a water tap bone dryer
what happened to the flow?
the maximum load in the mac-10 it holds
fifty n-gg-s is rubbers, their mittens close
sugarhill bentleys, chickens is cluckin’ in chicken cults
misanthropes that put up real numbers on their physicals
might do a lil something for a chemical
gauche, old maladroit tuckin’ the toast
no smoke, the ruger had your boy in bookings with bulk
two-tone, tag heuer with the hoyas, eric [?]
peugeot, hop out the turbo with the steyr for show, (skrr)
kuzo, i write some thorough sh-t and buy us a coast
loophole, i heisenberg the sh-t, suppliers get roped
mucho, i like to splurge and get designer with dope
puto, i like to learn the business, science since broke
new rolls, i like to herb the dealer, buy ’em in bulk, uh
b7 or wraith, hop out that b-tch like young dolph
one false, then it’s cannons away
pull up at dusk and dawn, cabriolet
i wore my hbo stüssy to the mall, mall slathered in cream
mall slathered in cream, uh, ayo yo
who can take tomorrow? dip it in a dream
i separate the sorrow then collect a check and make a scene
commemorate your wallows, throw them little heifers on a string
stool pigeons don’t f-ck with high wires nah’mean?
new n-gg-s don’t f-ck with wise guys, bada-bing (bada-bing)
flip you like a foreclosure (boom!)
griselda bucket or cobra, ragam-ffin carhartt toga
reckon i’ll pop over, for p-ssover
by the time i say hallel the opps’ block smolder
by the time i say hallel the watch a lot colder (hallel)
hova!

[outro: mach-hommy]
it’s overrr
(ll, cool m)
(b-tch–ss n-gg-s, what the f-ck wrong with you n-gg-)
(i’m out here, we out here!)

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