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griselda - dr. birds (live on the tonight show starring jimmy fallon) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: westside gunn & benny the butcher]
ayo, brr, ayo
(griselda)

[verse 1: westside gunn, benny the butcher, westside gunn & benny the butcher, westside gunn & conway the machine]
ayo, i’m in salvatore makin’ salaat, bentayga three flavors
shoot the kid now, we’ll speak later (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
up in whitney, got the mac with me
hid behind the warhol, dip to bergdorf, shot up the whole store (brr)
cherry fifty-seven, in the ‘bach learnin’ lessons (skrrt)
crack ain’t dry yet, it be ready in a second (ah)
forty chains on, halo, i’m a god
fear of god jogger rockin’, i don’t even jog
hangin’ out the wagen sunroof, pick a kid off (brr)
the mille with the chill bezel (ah, what up?)
all my foreigns red, it make me feel special
banana peel ak, i’m lookin’ real extra (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
with the top keys, the money green teslas (skrrt)
told virgil write “brick” on my brick (write “brick” on my brick)
write “brick” on my brick
told virgil write “brick” on my brick
ayo, amiris filled with cash, i’m in the fashion district (ah)
shoot your momma house just for a half a bicken (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
all my dealers dealin’, all my dealers k!llin’ (brr)
them kids tried to test me, now them kids missin’ (ah)
meal quarters, i’m still awesome
water whip c0ke, i still voss it, rosé out the faucet
ah, tell virgil write “brick” on my brick

[verse 2: conway the machine, benny the butcher, conway the machine & benny the butcher, conway the machine & westside gunn]
look, lil’ brodie let off his thirty, he ain’t even flinch (yeah)
caught the body, dipped to the a, n0body seen him since (he got lost)
five-sixty benz and i ain’t need the tints (vroom)
my weakest scent cost more than your mama need for rent (hahaha)
that’s just one zip, the drum rip, leave you rinsed (rrah)
hide the body for a week and it’s gon’ leave a stench (you smell that?)
rappers come to my city, they gon’ need consent (you need a p-ss)
’cause we already know you saw, homie, we convinced (hah)
i told virgil write “brick” on my brick (hah, what up?)
the nicest with this sh-t, ain’t write this, i just spit (woo, what up?)
white b-tch on my d-ck, this ice drip on my fist (uh huh)
no shoe deal, but look at all this nike sh-t that i get (hahaha, yeah)
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[verse 3: benny the butcher]
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- griselda

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