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Correct Hebru Lyrics
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[Intro: ? + ?] There you go, there you go What I'm getting from this is really that feeling you were describing before about how it's a very physical act A big part of it is me being in the studio all of the time and you know, a huge passion of mine is to be able to Take it to the streets, getting that sort of feedback as I work It's kind of, like, you get the people to, like, kind of bear witness to your passion manifest and, like, feel it with you or see Absolutely, and they become part of the process [Pre-Verse: Westside Gunn] Brrt, boom boom boom boom boom boom boom, ayo Brrt, brrt, boom boom boom boom boom boom boom, ayo [Verse: Westside Gunn] MAC in the Supreme with the mic jack (brrt) These niggas actin' like they ill, they ain't like that Gator ray 6's, yay flippers, we in the cell reminiscing All you heard was, "CO, I'm hit", they caught him slippin Lord forgive him, robbed the dice game, bought a 100 suits Had the joint on 'em, ten flights, threw 'em off the roof He landed on Mercer by Versace Last time they see me I'll be shootin' out the Masi Gucci tearaway suits, Jesus, make two bricks out of one Wipe your fucking prints off and we bool Gold horse from '76, I think this Nicky Barnes shit Unwrap the third crystal, you know the god fish Balenciaga bucket shot the whole whip up, he launched it I make the sky gray, rain yay, Canali jumpers (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) Ayo, I make the sky gray, rain yay, Canali jumpers Hollow points for throwaways I know they jam, but I'ma hit you five times in the gut He need another rib Fieg purple Maestros on the tight rope Bags was 35, I had them for 32, they gave them hope Davey Boy Smith with no kick, with the rubber handle A new yacht every week, John Sanden sandals (lalalalalala) Ayo, a new yacht every week, John Sanden sandals [Verse 2: Keisha Plum] If Greselda and Adolf had a baby, he would be a little Shady He would make me his lady Red roses and blood diamonds for his lady He would let me read poetry to his enemies Before he chopped their heads off Pyramid schemes iller than Madoff Sticky weed and bulletproof vests Talk slick, dump a clip in your chest Poisoning puppies for practice, murderous tendencies Giving bitches a buck fifty for fun Packing grenades, he's sipping Perignon But it's Ace of Spades in my flute No words exchanged, just give him the signal, my nigga shoot Japanese denim and Fendi ankle boots Coconut color Carreras A hundred for the lipstick, fifty for the mascara Four-hundred on something see-through from the La Perla Skin and hair scented in Clive Christian, number one Baron spectacular, he knew fucking her would be dangerous fun [Outro: ? & ? & ?] Tell her, tell her Can I get my 75 cents? Tell her, tell her again Damn, he gon' give it to you No, I need 75 cents out of you I got you Ooh, lemme see that [?] I want it outta her What you need to do, is you need to tell her- Guess what, guess what. I got the [?] and I want [?] Say it, say it again Give it, give me my 75 cents and I'll show you how I go brrow, he haw, he haw, he Well, how much, how much? 75 cents [?] this bitch You gon' do all that under what?
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