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westside gunn - eastergunn day 4 freestyle lyrics

[intro: keisha plum]
cleanse my hands in holy water
hallelujah, hallelujah
they taught us patience in them scriptures
yet the streets made us vicious
hoodie pastel, scorpion and scales
double shots of d’ussé, blunt filled with pluto
and we love to torture slow
tried to pray that devil away
cut his tongue, since he has so much to say
what the f_ck you n_ggas thought?
it’s easter gunnday

[skit: 50 cent]
griselda

[verse 1: westside gunn]
ayo, hopped out the fiend rental (skrrt)
drug deals cover my mental, fear of god sweatsuits very essential
tec_12 with the silencers on ’em, you hear the whistle (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
mercedes wagens, no door, randy savage
east side survivor series, lost the coke [?] patrick (ah)
essential bookin’, all my jewels on, it look like virgil cooked it
on balconies, ocean overlookin’ (ah)
ten bags, twelve bags, the red helicopter doin’ the helipad
you h_lla mad, i’m rockin’ sh_t you ain’t never had (uh_uh)
the margiela stella bag (ah), givenchys with the leather tag
pino carrara h_lla fast (skrrt), the sh_t’ll never last
mcm avalanche, the pole kevin nash (ah, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
bodies was tradition, wishin’ (ah)
i could see my n_ggas locked in prison again, f_ck the system (f_ck the system)
scream “free kutter” ’til they free him (free kutter, ah), carpe diem
shootin’ out the grey bm (skrrt), tryna whip the coke on easter (whip)
rose gold patek, rose gold jesus with my features
skeletons, we robbin’ nieman’s (ah)
your family had you in the casket lookin’ half_decent
in trinidad with two b_tches, freaky, one puerto rican (woo)
slam the b_tch like tito santana (ah)
we was in the taliban, n_ggas baggin’ grams up (ah)
i used to drive them highpoints up from atlanta (ah, skrrt)
reclinin’ in the 600, leanin’ off the fanta (ah)
terrell snitched on me, had a n_gga in the slammer (ah)
and [?] lunch at dan tana’s (ah)
i don’t wanna shoot unless your sh_t got a banana (brr, brr, ah, brr)
hundred round drum but i don’t think you understand ’em (ah, brr)
[interlude: westside gunn & mach_hommy]
easter gunnday 4, n_gga (brr)
and i don’t give a f_ck about none of these n_ggas, lord
(flygod)
man, f_ck these n_ggas (la, la la la, la la)
you know how much f_ckin’ money i made since part 3, n_gga? (la, la la la, la la)
i’m not payin’ attention to these n_ggas, man (la)
i don’t give a f_ck about none of this sh_t, man (f_ck ’em)
i do what i do (i do what i do, ah)
everything i f_ckin’ do, n_ggas steal it, man (ooh)
i can’t have sh_t, n_gga (can’t have sh_t, n_gga)
y’all n_ggas is f_ckin’ bums, man (f_ckin’ bums, do your own sh_t, n_gga)
my motherf_ckin’ dog richer than you n_ggas, man (word to westside angel)
my dog eat better food than you, n_gga (peace to westside angel)
and i don’t even know what you_ listen
n_ggas be talkin’ sl!ck sh_t in these f_ckin’ interviews, man (ah)
i seen that sh_t, man, i laughed, though (hahaha)
i was in the f_ckin’ back of a cullinan, n_gga (hahahaha)
and i know what y’all n_ggas drivin’ (la, la la la, la la, la)
but look, you know what season it is (ah, know what f_ckin’ season)
hitler wears hermes motherf_ckin’ 8, n_gga (brr)
sincerely adolf (brr, ah)
i’m ’bout to f_ck the whole world up again (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
listen, part 7 was better than y’all n_ggas catalogs, man (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
came right back, did pray for paris (ah)
i do this sh_t with no effort, n_gga (with no effort, n_gga)
i’m ’bout to move to paris, n_gga, just start paintin’ (oui, oui)
this rap sh_t too easy
how the f_ck you gon’ be the best at some sh_t that you don’t even wanna do? (the f_ckin’ goat, n_gga)
(flygod)
and y’all n_ggas try hard to get to this sh_t (f_ckin’ catch up, i’m the f_ckin’ goat, n_gga)
i would say “take my spot”, but then i’d be a f_ckin’ bum (la, la la la, la la, can’t do that)
i would switch spots, but then i’d be a f_ckin’ bum (la, la la la, la la, can’t do that)
but, yo, after 8, we droppin’ pray for haiti (ah, ah)
you know what that mean, right? (ayo, brr, ah)
[verse 2: mach_hommy]

[outro: mach_hommy]

- westside gunn lyrics

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