Hall & Nash 2 - The Purist/Westside Gunn.lrc

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[00:00.624] Yo
[00:01.426] Living the dope dealers dream
[00:04.314] Prison was sweet my niggas ran the whole thing
[00:07.743] Up in B block, I had the knife in my greens
[00:11.950] Visions of a kilo whipping in my dreams
[00:16.128] I let my cooker whip, I watch the shit expand
[00:19.252] Sit it on the table, let it dry under the ceiling fan
[00:23.112] Every 30 grand got us another thousand grams
[00:26.810] Turned coke to oil in the frying pan, the iron blam
[00:30.761] I give the workers the package, they push it
[00:33.775] Move the shit just as fast as we cook it
[00:36.862] He had a sack, so we took it
[00:38.746] A hundred thou on with jewels up in bookin'
[00:41.631] Fly nigga had all the C.O. b*****s lookin'
[00:45.235] Ayo
[00:46.256] We so prolific, we sold them fishes
[00:48.655] Balmain Moto britches
[00:50.594] Rollies on the wrists-es, we the most consistent
[00:53.722] The most exquisite, put my hand on a thousand Q***ns
[00:57.442] Versace trunks on at the palms, ayo
[01:00.398] Bet a thousand on red
[01:02.250] Owe a dollar, you're dead
[01:04.688] I can hollow your head or shoot your momma instead
[01:08.130] Smoke a blunt of sour soon as i get out of the bed
[01:11.803] Took my whoa' to Neiman, they just released him outta the Feds
[01:15.722] You dead, twirling the pot, got the raw coke dancin'
[01:21.044] The work white on white like Pope Francis
[01:24.665] Black on black Lamb i call that b***h Lupita
[01:28.162] Plug said he can't take no losses
[01:29.913] I told his ass, "Me neither"
[01:31.840] 2k for my sneakers
[01:33.737] 20 for a feature
[01:35.640] Seen niggas make brick money off of ****ing reefer
[01:40.534] Fed boxes to my ceiling
[01:43.737] Guy Fisher money from the dealings
[01:47.340] I pray every day for a mean run
[01:55.186] I pray every day for a mean run
[02:02.762] I pray every day for a mean run
[02:10.379] I pray every day for a mean run
[02:13.498] Mother****er, we count it up by hand, nigga (ha ha)
[02:16.819] Griselda, nigga
[02:18.719] What?
[02:20.670] Westside Gunn, nigga
[02:24.965] Conway the Machine, nigga
[02:28.928] Know what it is, ****boy
[02:33.539] Duct-tape and plastic for you ****-niggas
[02:40.391] Got room in the trunk for a few of you niggas, too
文本歌词
Yo
Living the dope dealers dream
Prison was sweet my niggas ran the whole thing
Up in B block, I had the knife in my greens
Visions of a kilo whipping in my dreams
I let my cooker whip, I watch the shit expand
Sit it on the table, let it dry under the ceiling fan
Every 30 grand got us another thousand grams
Turned coke to oil in the frying pan, the iron blam
I give the workers the package, they push it
Move the shit just as fast as we cook it
He had a sack, so we took it
A hundred thou on with jewels up in bookin'
Fly nigga had all the C.O. b*****s lookin'
Ayo
We so prolific, we sold them fishes
Balmain Moto britches
Rollies on the wrists-es, we the most consistent
The most exquisite, put my hand on a thousand Q***ns
Versace trunks on at the palms, ayo
Bet a thousand on red
Owe a dollar, you're dead
I can hollow your head or shoot your momma instead
Smoke a blunt of sour soon as i get out of the bed
Took my whoa' to Neiman, they just released him outta the Feds
You dead, twirling the pot, got the raw coke dancin'
The work white on white like Pope Francis
Black on black Lamb i call that b***h Lupita
Plug said he can't take no losses
I told his ass, "Me neither"
2k for my sneakers
20 for a feature
Seen niggas make brick money off of ****ing reefer
Fed boxes to my ceiling
Guy Fisher money from the dealings
I pray every day for a mean run
I pray every day for a mean run
I pray every day for a mean run
I pray every day for a mean run
Mother****er, we count it up by hand, nigga (ha ha)
Griselda, nigga
What?
Westside Gunn, nigga
Conway the Machine, nigga
Know what it is, ****boy
Duct-tape and plastic for you ****-niggas
Got room in the trunk for a few of you niggas, too