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westside gunn - god is love كلمات الأغنية

[intro: estee nack]
(conductor)
woah, ah_hah
(conductor, we have a problem)
nackie chan, wha_ta! (coño)
yo, son

[verse 1: estee nack]
santo domingo, helpin’ the grasa get to the gringo
as n_ggas watchin’ us shine like kings, bro (shining)
golden ring glow, a lot of blinging, all chingo
all my n_ggas are dogs like dingo (woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)
call the b_tches, the god might mingle (mommy)
pack a forty_fifth and some hard white singles, yeah
forty dollars, a head buster, bell ringer
rake in the paper, the stack of chips are tall like pringles, son (money)
took off a n_gga roof and watch
pieces of him lift and fall like shingles (bah, bah, bah, bah)
pop the cork and toast, the vueve clicquot
we donе made this sh_t work
although it’s n_ggas that got exposed in r.i.c.o. (yеah)
can’t believe he did dirt and really told on his people (he folded)
in the streets, we deal with os of perico (word)
look at this n_gga arm, you can tell by the inside (uh_huh)
his only use for it just to poke it with needles and sh_t (f_ck)
he want it even more if he know if it’s lethal (that’s crazy)
ayo, we came up (uh_huh), what, what? been on my ten toes, yo (nack)
i tap the jumper like it’s dominican dembow bro (jokin’)
i feel invincible when i sit in the benzo (vroom)
got uppers and downers, addies and benzos, yeah
[verse 2: stove god cooks]
diamond dancin’ (uh), nine_hundred and ninety_six grams
we lost a few in the unwrappin’, more in the pan (yeah)
f_ck it, the last twelve, they dropped back like randall cunningham (they did)
i had to hop step on it like ja morant (haha)
then them tear pants with the candles (stove)
scorpions on the carmelo anthony (stove)
they dropped me out the clouds
i landed in coke water in the kitchen sink (woo)
the answer is me (woo)
i told the plug “make sure it’s tia landry
i want it to look like the last one you handed me” (i do)
he hopped out swingin’ the chopper like a canopy (brrt, bah, bah)
i left my soul in the kitchen in my sanity (in my sanity)
the flip phone do a hundred_grand a week
angela bassett, i had it flamin’ in the street (haha)
fork in the pot, you hear the pan tink (tink)
now i move it all hands_free
my b_tch doin’ her make_up in the vanity, look like danileigh (she do)
i bought a chanel bag, just to ride in a sprinter van full of keys

[chorus: stove god cooks]
and when she made it (when she made it)
when she made it (when she made it)
we celebrated when she made it
when she made it, when she made it, stove
[outro: keisha plum]
peace, god
god is love, god
i love god
even with the devil on my shoulder
god is love, flygod is forever
big griselda, bigger villains
one beginning, one ending
(conductor)

[verse: eastside flip & westside gunn]
put the flash on him
benny the butcher, man, how you feel, dawg?
at the top of the world, but it’s still all
my boy westside gunn, n_gga
put me on his d_mn back, said, “get_get ’em”
and never mind what they talkin’ ’bout
real n_ggas pull the money out when the drama out
real n_gga put the money down, the drum out
millionaire, i’ll pull the llama out your mama mouth
take the money out the d_mn bus, you on the couch
put the pistol in your daughter mouth, you on the couch
we gon’ go around the corner with that glock .50
poppin’ off about a hundred at these pop n_ggas
g_wagon and i’m g baggin’
b_tch_ass n_gga talkin’ ’bout he heat clappin’
and i done heard about your p_ssy ass
next time i catch your boy, he rolled up in grass
count the cash, count the cash when i’m livin’ fast
so quick to do the homicide with the mask
take the mask off, broad day a n_gga
what the f_ck you wanna do about that cold k!ller?
chain vicious, what’s the issue ’bout my d_mn dawgs?
my boy, f.n.f, man that’s poppin’ off
low_key, start to call
taboo, motherf_cker, tell these n_ggas we goin’ hard
real n_ggas do real things, but all many
b_tch_ass n_ggas gon’ hate, that’s all in ’em
envy in us n_ggas, that’s jealously, all hate
you’re desperate to see a n_gga upstate
the real in my eyes couldn’t let that sh_t ride
d_i_e as a n_gga swallow his pride
never take my pride or my motherf_ckin’ stripes
knee deep in the bullet, am i, huh?
the game be my wife, the lane be my ice
the .45 steel but a n_gga brain twice
that .9 millimeter revolve a n_gga
got that, got that b_tch poppin’ off, ‘fore i solve you n_ggas
shoutouts to them boys who did that time
twans hat, you my n_gga, i did that line
when the first time i seen that boy go to the earth
the first time i seen that boy go to the birth
.38 special, a k!ller, real right
and every dime who hatin’ the block all night
f.n.f n_gga, f_ck n_ggas finances
while the godd_mn gold frame dances
[outro]
griselda, by fashion rebels

- westside gunn

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