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westside gunn - outlander كلمات أغنية

[intro]
ayo, ayo (ayo, ayo)
(myles, myles, got a minute?)

[verse 1]
ayo, the illest since master p (uh)
rich off drug dealin’ actually
these n_ggas tryna act like the illest, sh_t, blasphemy
you want a kilogram with no steps? n_gga, answer me
these n_ggas won’t get out of line, it be a tragedy (brr)
y’all be gassin’ these n_ggas
lv sweats, wu dunks, baggin’ the gza (ah)
i swear i hate these rap n_ggas, word to my wisdom
seen ‘chine gun in his casket and i kissed him
hit him broad day close_up, how could i miss him? (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
i can’t wait ’til sly home, you should’ve seen us in prison
i had the all black prada jumpsuit on a mission
sh_t was just last week, i be still bullsh_ttin’ (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

[chorus]
i’m on my own d_ck
ayo, f_ck these n_ggas, lord (ayo, f_ck these n_ggas, lord)
yeah, i’m on my own d_ck (doot, doot)
y’all n_ggas can’t be f_cking serious (n_ggas can’t be f_cking serious, man)
we must not be listening to the same sh_t, man, i’m not im_f_cking_pressed at all (can’t f_ckin’ be)
i’m on my own d_ck
that n_gga trash
yeah, i’m on my own d_ck (doot, doot)
that n_gga trash (doot, doot)
that n_gga trash (doot, doot)
[verse 2]
ayo, three different colored rolls (skrr)
back_to_back with the blowers
blow like the ochoas
in the water like moses (whip)
posin’ in vetements
“rowdy” roddy piper with the headlock (ah)
hopped out the truck with mac_12, fake dreadlocks (brr)
it’s getting scary at night
bury a flight jacket, i was jesus christ in my past life
who f_ckin’ with me? name ’em
slayin’ in bottega, drainin’
slavin’ over hot stoves, took the cookie out, amen
he already rattin’ on day ten
my n_gga burnt (ah), he just did a dub in the state pen
my n_gga turnt, had a shootout with the state troopers (rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
my homie got dressed, celebrated, ate peter luger
face in lagerfeld stocking, clocking
line ’em up, i watched ’em wash ’em, every dopehead say i got it (woo)
sh_t was all manifested from a cot
i’m from the eastside, it’s not one street you can’t get shot (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

[chorus]
i’m on my own d_ck
yeah, i’m on my own d_ck
i’m on my own d_ck
yeah, i’m on my own d_ck

- westside gunn

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