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westside gunn - big dump ballad كلمات الأغنية

grr
grr
ayo

[verse 1: westside gunn]
all_black balenci’s, bomin’ out the bushes (ah)

, i was devastated
(uh_uh)
now we lookin’ at the stores, i was just caged in
i was just gucci’d down in ginza, eatin’ ramen
revelations, duckin’ fed investigations
all night, i seen my celly pacin’, lord, be patient
if i had three wishes, i’d want to get out of prison

then i’d give these f_ck n_ggas wisdom
the world might be a bеtter place, i forgive ‘еm
‘ to this sh_t with no rhythm
forty_three tucked in the valentino denim (boom, boom, boom)
half a kilo, cappuccino, gold desert eagle (boom, boom, boom)
rich and evil, (ahh)
high tops with the pucci peacoat
yay’ residue on the c_note, my shooters still keep hope (sniff)
he still keep faith
teesha spot, big eight on the dinner plate
kids cryin’, roaches crawlin’, super need to renovate
first n_gga show up, shoot his ass, just to demonstrate (doot, doot, doot, doot)
it’s the king of new york (it’s the king of new york)
(doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
[verse 2: keisha plum]
i’ve cried enough tears
to fill three nile rivers
when did you start writin’ poetry?
i can’t remember
this was already destined by god
an angel born in december
coldest plum ever (coldest plum ever)
they want my voice
they want my words
they want my songs
i make the gangstas feel cuddly and warm (cuddly and warm)
retracin’ my footsteps, overthinkin’ the missteps
snowflakes in my necklace, that’s courtesy of west
carry this legacy like a bulletproof vest (yeah)
shot after shot of d’usse
pour up my own troubles
through whatever storms
poem after poem bubbled
wrote for pray for paris and who made the sunshine?
the same year, my pops died (rest in peace, pops)
impeccable chaos, writin’ kept my ass alive
still stomp you out in the louis v timbo’s
eastside of buffalo my birthplace, i’ve been throwed
scar tissue, tear another piece of my soul
they did my boy filthy (d_mn)
the night inf was murdered
i hit west with the 9_1_1 (9_1_1)
in a state of shock and paranoia
all at once (all at once)
felt cold, felt burnin’ hot, felt numb (felt numb)
keep your ears to the streets (ears to the streets, ears to the streets)
long live big dump
[outro: keisha plum]
brr, yeah
took me forever to, to write this
we’ve all been through so much pain in life
but it’s joy at the same time
and it’s loyalty over everything
big griselda

- westside gunn

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