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westside gunn - peri peri lyrics

[intro: rome streetz]
uh, it’s rome streetz
y’all motherf+ckers lookin’ bad out here, n+gga
f+ckin’ horrible, ayo

[verse 1: rome streetz & westside gunn]
next year you might see me at the roc nation brunch
guccied down, work in my pocket in case i gotta make a punch (what you need?)
we with wild n+ggas that’ll spray you up like a barber after a cut (buck, buck, buck)
wear a sh+t bag, you get clapped in your gut
as far as your rappin’, it sucks, facts, my mackin’ ill+strious
pretty sl+ts l+st to get in touch with us
been through h+ll and back, still i know god got me
i levelled up, now i’m f+ckin’ with griselda like charles cosby (haha)
will i grow to be the greatest ever? probably
i got the mak+90 from the flygod, he told me spray your posse (brrt, brrt, brrt)
do you dirty like a p+ssy lobby
half gram go for thirty, i smell like urban issey miyake
you n+ggas washed, nothing thought+provokin’ (nothing)
i went from cold jail cells to headliner when the show was closin’ (i did)
my n+ggas keep the poles from arizona to nostrand
f+ck hoes with no strings, bust on her nose ring
everybody know that rome king, you under the wing
like the turbine, armed robbery was my third crime
it’s easier ’cause i didn’t have a pistol the first time
n+gga, f+ck outta here (ayo)
[verse 2: westside gunn]
pearls before swine, greatest of all time
been smoked the t++th out, still smilin’ like she fine
used to look like mona lisa, ’06 you had manolo sneakers
hit the pipe one time, she sweatin’ like she got a fever (ah)
used to be a diva, now you lookin’ eager
real pretentious, so she ’bout to smoke with tina, yo
tina still owe me fifty, she used to come through
with half+off fendi, new gloves, old glizzy (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
you never put a hand on a bird (ah)
when i say i’m the flyest, i’m a man of my word
had coke in the tire, i was parked on the curb (skrrt)
walkin’ over fiends, had the train on the third (ah)
when bricks was thirty+five, mines was thirty+two firm
tec+22, every shot gon’ burn (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
and if you don’t know, now you know, p+ssy

[interlude: westside pootie]
ayo, this westside pootie
and i gave y’all six years to get a bag
we just spent a hundred thousand yesterday
y’all better off workin’ for us
free sly out the you know
i’m in hermès, kickin’ it like judo
this too easy, i might drop an album this winter
and if y’all still broke then, jump off a bridge
this griselda

- westside gunn lyrics

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