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westside gunn - ocean prime lyrics

[intro: westside gunn]
ayo
ayo, ayo
flygod

[verse 1: westside gunn]
ayo, the first body made me anemic, draco up close (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
chop him in pieces, out the black ‘bach ghost, take it or leave it (ah)
thousand and eight grams, parade it, turbo take hands (skrrt)
shake hands with the devil, i send shootout to take lane (brr, brr, brr)
the pole out the polestar, lord, coke pot p+ssy
stefano ricci, lookin’ richer, got extendos on the glizzy (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
730 on the fp john, preparin’ for the storm
don’t forget the vacheron, you know what time it is (you know what time it is)
outside your mama crib (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
you hit everything to show you positive
n0body live, n0body live (n0body live)
’95 understaker in the prada trench (ah)

[verse 2: busta rhymes]
i’m into plantin’ seeds of bard, farmers toss the soil
the type of strain that blossom sticky if it catch the oil (brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah)
my coke the most potent inside the foil
i kept the weed at proper room temperature, why it spoil? (why, n+gga?)
call my panamanian connect a jaco (chucha loco)
pulled up on [?] (what happenin’ now, baby?)
beyond connected, my plug should call gustavo
appreciate it’s just a just, now slide the coke a planto (hurry up)
lemme roll up the weed, n+gga, pass the fronto
the first to inhabit this land, n+gga, call me tonto (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
you big nose n+ggas, call you gonzo
b+tches can’t manage this d in the morning like i’m alonzo (god d+mn)
i provide the grocery like i was costco (supply the f+ckin’ strip)
oh, you got a lil’ coke, i got a lot though (get the tool)
you n+ggas know my rep, i make it hot, yo
you b+tches think you can cook, i’m nicer with the pot, ho (pot, ho)
[verse 3: sl!ck rick]
first paintbrush at us
toss it, floss, kid, send the deposit
and to us [?], and watch us slip, mount top [?]
hump in public, cops be boppin’, stop, cannot us
steamin’ hot ass, volcano ash get, no one can stop us
walkin’ down the street, my jewels neck drop ’cause
admires black, eloquent, this, how f+cked does us have?
roll luxurious with ain’t her, discuss us
not the patch, got wallabees lit, minus the profits
educate ’em sacred, my rules above it
is i was scared, eventual kid come out as [?]

- westside gunn lyrics

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