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westside gunn - easter gunday lyrics

[intro: keisha plum]
bow our heads, let us pray
thou shall not disrespect the flygod
thou shall not let any foul slick sh-t come out ya mouthpiece
or else, crowbar to ya jaw
knock out ya teeth
then smile and say “let’s go eat”
red snapper oysters and fettuccine
givenchy snakeskin and florals by riccardo tisci
have you feeling like david in the lion’s den
give you faith of a mustard seed
mustard colored ‘rari pushing a 100mph on the 33
cheektowaga pd in my rear-view
if they catch me, i’m resurrecting like the lamb of god
in plum poetry, i trust
everything else is a f-cking fraud

[verse 1: westside gunn]
my n-gg-s at the round table eatin’ good
ain’t no shrimp steaks for you
we popping bottles like the ’96 bulls
ain’t no more ace for you
if them n-gg-s ain’t come to the party with his f-cking next shoe
welcome home k!lla tone, my n-gg- 40 – this sh-t here for you

i’m back so soon
beef and broc’ two tones, the maybach go vroom
i had them fiends on tilt, yo this work ain’t new
he cracked his pipe – on rin tin, he was back by noon
k cutter choppin’ ’em, no top lexus – we hop in it
fed two bulados with the socks in ’em
these n-gg-s mad ’cause i’m popular with the work
wrist like the blades on the helicopter bruh
the books lied, i’m not merciful – they thought i started with them
now i’m dead, they ’bout to circle them
i’m t-shirting them
i would shock and bring phife dawg back and just murder them
(rest in peace phife!)
i’m nasty, come test me
driving and shooting, n-gg-s swore i was lefty
in the wraith playing reggie
dropped flygod now the b-tches say i’m s-xy

wait
wait
wait
i never hesitate, hole the mac-11 straight
thoughts to annihilate, ya last full day was yesterday
wraith off the showroom floor, i never wait
don’t make me turn lyrical, lupe with the gat on
don’t make me get spiritual, it’s god with the mask on
i only wanna meet mf doom
this still on c-ssette
keep playing, i had some l.i. bloods on ya neck
pay some crips out on grape, they go to so high
blow a whole check with jake
we best that ever do this sh-t
about to take – select a cl-ss, f-cking turn ludacris
hit dre or aftermath
make up with anderson .paak, the n-gg- moved so i shot
sorry, my wordplay explicit
radio scared of me, but the hood say i did it
my ig floor seats next to lilick
i’m thinking notorious b.i.g., but bigger
dig up warhol for the picture
take his sh-t – whatever color it is, i paint the fisker

my n-gg-s at the round table eatin’ good
ain’t no shrimp steaks for you
we popping bottles like the ’96 bulls
ain’t no more ace for you
if them n-gg-s ain’t come to the party with his f-cking next shoe
welcome home k!lla tone, my n-gg- 40 – this sh-t here for you

[interlude: westside gunn]
ayo, it’s easter gunday
it was such a beautiful day
took my grandma out to eat
but yo, flygod in stores
make sure you get that
see, griselda the illest n-gg-s out
i put whatever on it
we don’t think like y’all n-gg-s
but i’ll get into that later
see, it’s not just me
it’s not just conway
but i got another n-gg-
my n-gg- mach
see, his sh-t drop in the may
but until then, we gon’ k!ll y’all n-gg-s with everything
we just having f-cking fun
it’s nothing else to do
ayo mach
show these n-gg-s why you the nastiest n-gg- out this motherf-cker

[verse 2: mach-hommy]
they sh-t is for the one ratio with carbonate
akira baking soda in the states, you know?
choc-o-late to get blown pon the man crêpe
know we shot at them
you softer than a baby, yo!
moroccan fish tagine, splash my purple label
i never switch my team like popovitch
so my g-p-ss for certain neighbors
ski mask was chris kane, it had the geometric shapes
i put my d-ck in her face, that’s when that b-tch came
n-gg-s finna switch lanes
west told me, “don’t stress homie
get the model s, man that sh-t wave”
without no written express
consent, them young boys with it
they can show you how to hit it against the fence
ten’s drench your benz, lorentz – n-gg-‘s tense
pull up with tints, my n-gg-s might spit at your friends again
fresh benjamins and filthy–ss ones
go in the evidence, they never send me back none

[interlude: mach-hommy]
(haitian creole)
alright?
remember i told you that
griselda sh-t, know what i’m saying?
look at you
(griselda)

[verse 3: mach-hommy]
better treat me like the sun dawg
just give me 93 million miles of personal sp-ce before i dump off
shooting like curry, n-gg-s
the more shots i take, the more shots i make
i’m great, you scary n-gg-
unnecessary n-gg-s
don’t let the bitter outside
a straight leg make you think you want any n-gg-
involuntary manslaughter
camouflage bape asics, tiger sitting in the transformer
man, this sh-t is some vonetta
we sammy davis jr., candyman, mac, and1
göring’s in the jetta
depends on the weather
ain’t no motherf-ckin friends
motherf-ckers be pretending together
the cheddar pimento, we move mad blow in the men’s room
the leather was cancelled, the cocaine sped up the info
the floors had broads on the whole thing, wet up the rental

[outro: westside gunn]
i told y’all n-gg-s don’t tag me with n-gg-s
y’all thought i was f-cking playing, huh?
i told y’all n-gg-s
y’all n-gg-s tag me with them n-gg-s!
i’mma make it bad
so for “bust kingpin” #thelosers
i’ll smash any one of you motherf-ckers – for fun
see, i’m a boss
don’t get this hip-hop sh-t twisted n-gg-
y’all n-gg-s know me
ayo “bust”
what i’m driving “bust”?!
you seen the f-cking tesla
you been to my spot n-gg-
how many floors it got “bust”??
ayo mag
you came to my show, right?
brooklyn fest
you had on f-cking sandals
see, i’m not like y’all n-gg-s
ayo smoovth
see, you cool
you hit me in the dm
you know i could screenshot all that
i ain’t no “screenshot n-gg-” though
i speak facts
you don’t want no problems, you cool
i don’t got no problem with roze
your chain on, i had in middle school though my n-gg-
it’s a little rusty, put some nail polish on that motherf-cker
and see, i’m a legend k!ller too
any og don’t like this sh-t, speak up now
’cause i’m never gonna speak again about this sh-t
i tried to be nice
it’s griselda
you understand that?
g-x-f-r griselda – i ain’t with no other n-gg-s
i’m a boss
i don’t follow trends n-gg-, i set them
you understand?
ask about me behind that wall n-gg-
n-gg-s cook my sh-t
i eat good everyday n-gg-
you understand me?
i ain’t ’bout to threaten n-gg-s and all that
i ain’t even ’bout to keep doing all that
i’m just letting y’all n-gg-s know
if it’s a motherf-cking problem, say something n-gg-
and i’m not even gon’ respond with another song
but when i see y’all n-gg-s – you know what f-cking time it is
you know who with me n-gg-
i don’t gotta explain myself
i got money n-gg-
my shoes on my feet a $1,000 n-gg-
god is my witness and i’m the f-cking flygod
i could talk all f-cking day
y’all gon’ listen, right?
you still listening, right?
don’t f-cking play with me man
now n-gg-s want a f-cking logo
now n-gg-s wanna make shirts
now n-gg-s wanna have wrestling names
now n-gg-s- what else?
now they want art as their f-cking covers
come on man…
see, n-gg-s
i’m looking at little sh-t
“oh, he gettin’ all these big features”
“oh, this n-gg- got no drums in his beats”
listen, my sh-t is art n-gg-
my sh-t is legendary
i’m n-gg-s fathers
yo it’s n-gg-s right now that wanna be me man
i used to wanna be like nas
i used to wanna be like ghost
it’s n-gg-s that wanna be westside gunn right now n-gg-
i’m that fiend
y’all n-gg-s is just f-cking b-ms
we ain’t the same

[outro skit: paid in full]
rico:
no ribs

mitch:
come on b

rico:
no ribs
no rice
no champagne
you don’t eat nothing

- westside gunn lyrics

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