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westside gunn, smoke dza & wale – the hurt business كلمات اغاني

[intro: westside gunn]
brr
ayo
brr
ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo
brr

[verse 1: westside gunn]
ayo, i’m on the [?] talkin’ flair, his face all bl__dy
rope hangin’ off, got hit with a chair (ah)
wore [?] to the dance floor, greg valentine lower tops
blow his brains out, right off the handlebars (boom, boom, boom, boom)
doggypiled the riches, tremendous
push a three door benz, they never comin’ out, i had twins (skrrt)
walked up on him, pulled my gun out close, take that f_ckin’ chain off (take that f_ckin’ sh_t off)
i need that money and that socks filled with bags of dope (ah)
duffle bag rumours when we read up
my dread shot five n_ggas, move to va and rock the caesar (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
peace almighty, grimy (peace)
kimbo еdition, my alma matter is federal prison (ah)
guеss who ran the day room? don’t touch the wrong tv
i’m watchin’ 106 and park with my shades on
n_ggas gettin’ pleasure when they toe tag your vintage gaultier (boom, boom, boom, boom)
i’m talkin’ old fashion, shooter got a coke habit (boom, boom, boom, boom)

[chorus: westside gunn & smoke dza]
ayo, the flyest motherf_ckers got the game on lock (got the game on lock, ah)
keep shootin’ it ’til it ain’t no shots (brr, brr, ’til it ain’t no shots)
allah, please forgive all my n_ggas in the box (all my n_ggas in the box)
when one come home, then another get knocked (then another get knocked)
flyest motherf_ckers got the game on lock (got the game on lock, ah)
keep shootin’ it ’til it ain’t no shots (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, ’til it ain’t no shots)
allah, please forgive all my n_ggas in the box (all my n_ggas in the box, ah, kushed god, b_tch)
when one come home, then another get knocked (uh, then another get knocked)
[verse 2: smoke dza]
it only take a half a second to establish the hit (really)
send my lil’ homie at you, have him stab through your kith
got a kilo on my neck, n_gga, average a brick
your b_tch face painted on my pants, ravishing rick (uh)
how stylish is this? no hate, no malice is this
whippin’ heavy, all these carats on wrists
thousand dollar bottle sprays, my whole palate is rich
ménage à trois times six, n_gga, paris was lit
i get more tw_t, more checks than you (i shake the spot)
you a vegan, now you a vegetable (i spin the block)
all guns blazin’, my man got locked
came home, went back, he said it’s vacation (uh)
uptop shakin’, just stuffed a backwood of eight when
west made the tag from the apr_n (really)
five star suites to bust plays, you do the days inn (uh)
get to the money, everyday spent

[chorus: westside gunn & wale]
ayo, the flyest motherf_ckers got the game on lock (got the game on lock, ah)
keep shootin’ it ’til it ain’t no shots (brr, brr, ’til it ain’t no shots)
allah, please forgive all my n_ggas in the box (all my n_ggas in the box)
when one come home, then another get knocked (then another get knocked)
flyest motherf_ckers got the game on lock (got the game on lock, ah)
keep shootin’ it ’til it ain’t no shots (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, ’til it ain’t no shots)
allah, please forgive all my n_ggas in the box (look, yeah, all my n_ggas in the box, ah)
when one come home, then another get knocked (wale, uh, let’s go, then another get knocked)
[verse 3: wale]
alhamdulillah, most valuable like hassan assad
got enhancements to them hammers, they’ll do their job
on my side, cullinan with the windows down
play whatever hand i get, but never ever show my card
lay down, n_ggas ain’t thug, don’t think we can’t tell
it ring out, coughin’ up blood, look like your gang red
folarin poppin’, fiends coppin’, ask my young one
a lot of shoppers don’t look like rockers because they young bucks
haha, okay, who doper than them?
got two pairs of duncan foams and i ain’t open ’em yet
a n_gga been floatin’ on these vocals, i been a goat with the pen
and n_ggas snub me or they will, we keep revolvers for that
folarin is back, i tried to keep my dawg out the trap
he say he gotta work the rock like kevin hart [?]
it’s hard to be great and honestly way harder when black
and i feel like jake, rob us, boy, slimin’ is back, for real

[chorus: westside gunn]
ayo, the flyest motherf_ckers got the game on lock (got the game on lock, ah)
keep shootin’ it ’til it ain’t no shots (brr, brr, ’til it ain’t no shots)
allah, please forgive all my n_ggas in the box (all my n_ggas in the box)
when one come home, then another get knocked (then another get knocked)
flyest motherf_ckers got the game on lock (got the game on lock, ah)
keep shootin’ it ’til it ain’t no shots (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, ’til it ain’t no shots)
allah, please forgive all my n_ggas in the box (look, yeah, all my n_ggas in the box, ah)
when one come home, then another get knocked (then another get knocked)

- westside gunn smoke dza wale

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