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westside gunn - 98 sabers كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
shay, rest in peace
ha, ha, ha, ha
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, k!ll
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, k!ll
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, k!ll
just blaze
as we proceed, to give you what you need
it’s griselda bomb, i tried to tell you all

[verse 1: westside gunn & armani caesar]
ayo, you lookin’ at my jewels, don’t even risk it (don’t even risk it, ah)
my mechanic be sniffin’ with the wrenches (with the wrenches, sniff)
in the mess hall, i got to listen (i got to listen)
first day home, i got to whippin’ (i got to whippin’, whip)
my country b_tch think she from memphis (she from memphis)
she could suck d_ck in the olympics (in the olympics, ah)
everyday, i wake up, i gotta get it (i gotta get it)
my n_gga dome shot sh_t, he be wiggin’ (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, he be wiggin’)
how you been flygod? i been livin’ (i been livin’)
pollo loco with the chicken (with the chicken)
even nino brown started snitchin’ (started snitchin’, ah)
big four pound with the extension (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, the extension)
move like chef dred in the kitchen (in the kitchen, ah)
you’d rather be dead than go against us (than go against)
my n_gga dopeboy, he be whoopin’ (he be whoopin’)
my n_gga tf, he be crippin’ (yo, crippin’)
[verse 2: armani caesar & conway the machine]
boss b_tch, yeah, i’m h_lla bomb (h_lla bomb)
money phone ringin’ like a telethon (brr)
i came in the game with my weapons drawn (uh huh)
necks what i’m steppin’ on (what’s up?), hated, but respected on (come on)
heavy on the weight (weight), heavy on the cake
iced out the same chains that harriet escaped (uh huh)
word to all the millions and risks that we takes (uh huh)
the liberace estates (what else?), dolce gabbana drapes, what (woo)
i’m a beauty, but a beast on the track (uh huh)
don’t confuse this with my booty, this the east on my back (what)
you upset yet? diamond chain on that wet wet (uh huh)
you can slide, b_tch, i jet set, i’m gettin’ pampered like the bed wet (come on)
n_ggas hand it to my like the nail tech (uh huh)
passin’ b_tches like a test, but this ain’t no lsat, what
you b_tches better be scared if i level up (level up)
no, elevators, b_tch (look), step it up

[verse 3: conway the machine]
standin’ on the furniture, i told the bottle girl, “b_tch, pass the ace” (bring me that ace, b_tch)
i popped the cork, poured the whole bottle for homies passed away
wrap the wraith, k!lla bee yellow with the matchin’ skates
still got racks in the safe, a half a letter stashed away (ha)
wrapped a half a cake in saran wrap and a maskin’ tape
wrap the surplus around rappers, i probably lapped them eighty times
keep the mac on waist, i don’t waste time
boy, you get the drum work from the griselda records basket case (brr)
they say they richer than machine, that’s like a slap in face
the problem is i’m gettin’ more money and at a faster pace (hahaha)
look, i ain’t human, i’m an alien, homie
i just came back from sp_ce, came to outrap the greats (talk to ’em)
trust me, i got the bread to get a n_gga whacked today
they bring me back your head, don’t matter how much cash it take
we used to traffic base, now the trap forty racks a day
it’s safe to say we got a boomin’ system, i’m masta ace (ha)
the shooter sixteen, throttle in his vlone hoodie
n_gga look at me wrong, then he uppin’ this chrome for me (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
i got rich on my own, don’t need a n_gga to loan money (uh uh)
ain’t signin’ no more contracts unless it’s mahomes money (woo)
machine, b_tch
[verse 4: benny the butcher]
rip to rappers i buried, left the trap and then married
i won a ring for every team i was on, like vinatieri
i got the four_door too (uh huh), so many whips, it’s gettin’ scary (uh huh)
book a photoshoot, y’all ’bout to need pics for obituaries
the gxf rebels, any static, n_gga, we accept
y’all n_ggas should be in check, or bsf’ll be at necks
when i say the beef lit, i don’t mean a tweet or text (i don’t mean that)
shooters, i send three, no less, and let ’em take the cls
beef is i know where your people stay (i know), i don’t need to flex (i don’t)
but when you least expect it, i send a cleanup crew to eat your dress (brr)
beef is a forever thing, careful when you speakin’ threats
i achieved success and still can’t even rest (ah)
took this street sh_t corporate, a dab of it, i just balanced it
authentic, all this g sh_t i’m talkin’, they never challenge it
where i’m from, we ignorant, graduatin’ average
f_ck that, if you can flip money, then you talented
man, y’all lost, i could be payin’ y’all off (payin’ off)
but i don’t trip, ’cause y’all n_ggas broke and y’all soft (p_ssy)
think i’m playin’, y’all wrong, i’m frontin’ when the grams all gone
put a yellow band on my arm like i’m lance armstrong, ah

- westside gunn

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