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westside gunn - lil cease lyrics

[intro: westside gunn]
ayo
ayo

[verse 1: westside gunn & armani caesar]
ayo, comme des garçons the only heart i got (ah)
glock in the denim tears, eight+ball in my sock
i had no fear, i’m the illest walked in cactus plant flea market
he tried to walk, we chopped his feet off him, left his brains hangin’ for a peace offerin’ (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
yo, wait, i bench press, then bust the duct tape, gave it swim lessons
rubbed the pyrex, took my second wish, i been savage
trend settin’, wide project trench with the twin ‘retas (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
bentayga [?] (bentayga [?])
i got the bomb, baby, i got the bomb (ah)
[?] to the roof, vans on, i put money on your head, but i’m hands on (boom, boom, boom)
my shooter poppin’ wheelies in supreme vans on
hand in hands ’til the grams gone (ah)
the homie say i’m brazy, my spanish b+tch call me loco
coco chanel with the four+four, the high tops with the motos
you ever shot a whole block solo? presidential ro+ro (brr, brr)
the fn sh+lls crackin’ ribs like [?] (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, yo, ah)

[verse 2: armani caesar]
yo, it’s the a+r+m+a+n+i caesar, leo (woo)
the flow is frío, so dope, could sell it by the kilo (yeah)
tell ’em i want the smoke like i’m runnin’ hot (hah)
couldn’t wait to see how i was comin’ like a money shot (come on)
b+tches starstruck (uh huh), these n+ggas, they all l+st (what’s up?)
i come through, f+ck up they swagger, they all stuck (haha)
they give me props ’cause i’m pretty and bossed up (uh huh)
run the city like i’m diddy, the hustle is all puff (uh huh, take that)
on they neck, n+ggas, i’m up next (huh), really, i’m a vet (come on)
cut the check, wanna talk or text, gon’ be cashin’ checks (what’s up?)
strip, rap, move a lil’ dope, oh, she trap, trap (oh sh+t)
cookin’ up, sendin’ brick money through the cashapp (ah+ha)
i’m back, back, in my bag, bag (hah), b+tches mad, mad (let’s go)
stack full of dubs, lil’ boy, that’s what i laugh at (ah+ha, hahaha)
major cheese, major vs (ooh)
whippin’ hoes in line, call me major c (come on)
i be gettin’ this money, call it major cheese (what else?)
model type, lookin’ right, no agencies (hah, you see it)
dms full of n+ggas wantin’ dates with me (uh uh)
but it’s money over n+ggas, i take paper, please (hah)
like [?], oops, i did it again (i did it again)
sh+ttin’ on the very ones that ain’t want me to win, f+ck ’em (uh huh)
it’s like i never got the joke, i’m always last laughin’ (haha)
armani here to stay, you b+tches fast fashion

- westside gunn lyrics

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