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Correct Easter Gunday 2 Lyrics
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[Intro: Keisha Plum] Bow our heads, let us pray Thou shall still not fuck with the Flygod Who else has done what he has? Fuckin' God risen from the Buffalo slums Griselda gang, let them other niggas hang Easter eggs finessed with rubies and gold Keisha Plum, giving you the greatest story never told Pastry poochie, wild as David Ruffin on coke, dripping in Gucci It's Gunday, eat these words and die Surprise surprise, she's still the illest poet alive [Bridge: Westside Gunn] Ayo, (boom!) Ayo fuck these niggas yo, (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!) aye yo 'Fuck about (grrrdt!) none of these niggas, yo (Grrrrddddttt! boom boom boom boom boom!) Luxurious fly shit (doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot!) [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Ayo, infatuated by coarse paintings and laws waiting Medusa on the saucer scrapin' I be the flyest nigga ever, mirror mirror Off-White biker leather, yo, Superman all on my sweater yo Warhol with the gloves on, turn the stove on Money green, [?], you never drove with I had the fiends on the block singing "West that nigga" Yay dealer, J Dilla, 50 on both wrists's, coke whippers Chanel bags for both of my bitches, peace (peace!) Sold dope for ten years straight Dog sniff the readymade bag then fainted Readymade frogman leaping over basics Your favorite rapper a lil nigga, let's face it Know it, NYC apron like I'm baking, Lord The chain cost thirty, thirty did 'em dirty You fuckers ain't worthy, Lord I do shit like, cop a new whip when I'm bored Griselda Records nigga, see the scale and the sword Griselda Records nigga, it's the fuckin' almighty Used to camp in the line, now I'm getting boxes from Nike (ow!) Shoutout the Flygod's by Nike Shout out to Chris from Play Cloths I just might paint the Wraith gold Face blown off, one shot though (Boom!) Hop in the Ghost and ghost, (skrr) Gucci goes for show Free my nigga A, free my nigga Sos (Free my niggas) God, why you take [?] so soon? (so soon) Why you take him so soon Lord? God, why you take 'Chine Gun so soon? (so soon) He never made it to twenty-five (twenty-five) They never made it to twenty-five (twenty-five) They never made it to twenty-five (twenty-five) Why you took my nigga so soon? Why you took him so soon? [Bridge: Westside Gunn] Ayo, it's the Flygod himself It's Easter Gunday I just pissed champagne all morning Last night was beautiful, we went out Y'know, was there at your birthday weekend man We had the section We popped bottles all night Gorgeous bitches, smoking dope, you know Fly of course, we just livin' life Niggas dropping they albums man I'm not fuckin' impressed neither See I fell back for a minute, doin' the clothes and shit Everything sellin' out, man I think the people- Y'know this shit art, my nigga, this shit legendary, nah'mean like- I-I come with this shi- I-I come with this shit- Like, I come at this shit on some other shit, y'nahmean Niggas keep stealin' my fucking shit man, nah'mean? Any- yo, I'm tired of niggas stealin' my shit man Let's be fuckin real man Nah'mean, your fucking favorite rappers some little niggas too Tell you that, I don't give a fuck how- Them niggas could be 42, them niggas is still little niggas man! Let's get that fuckin' straight It's 'bout to be a hell of a year man I just woke up and wanted to do this shit, man I had to give y'all niggas part two man And yo, I don't know what the fuck y'all niggas thought But shit don't change over here my nigga This shit is loyalty over here my nigga, no matter what So with that bein' said... (Yuh!) [Verse 2: Mach-Hommy] Ayo, my nigga I feel a lot of pain Your psychosomatic brain got the frontal lobes blicked off You outta range I feel every inch of every blade That's why when niggas say we BFF, it's a little ripple It's not a wave (it's not a wave) It's a goose pillow inside the case Them crackas rock your ass to sleep with a pencil Niggas is wide awake Temperamental niggas is outer space How many Seroquel, my nigga think How many gypsies not away? (Sleep) I kept my penny-pincher by the waist I'm at my friendliest, tune in I let my Henny sit without a chase Dodge Viper, I got the key to Entourage tighter Wha have a keep a rum pum pum nah ya? (doot doot, blow) Set the snakes in the grass on fire (doot doot doot doot) You're messier with the patch on fire (doot doot) Look at the mess we made Your cul-de-sac on fire (doot doot doot) This Perrier, a water tap bone dryer What happened to the flow? The maximum load in the MAC-10 it holds Fifty niggas is rubbers, their mittens close Sugarhill Bentleys, chickens is cluckin' in chicken cults Misanthropes that put up real numbers on their physicals Might do a lil something for a chemical Gauche, old maladroit tuckin' the toast No smoke, the Ruger had your boy in bookings with bulk Two-tone, TAG Heuer with the Hoyas, Eric [?] Peugeot, hop out the turbo with the Steyr for show, (skrr) Kuzo, I write some thorough shit and buy us a coast Loophole, I Heisenberg the shit, suppliers get roped Mucho, I like to splurge and get designer with dope Puto, I like to learn the business, science since broke New Rolls, I like to herb the dealer, buy 'em in bulk, uh B7 or Wraith, hop out that bitch like Young Dolph One false, then it's cannons away Pull up at dusk and dawn, cabriolet I wore my HBO Stüssy to the mall, mall slathered in cream Mall slathered in cream, uh, ayo yo Who can take tomorrow? Dip it in a dream I separate the sorrow then collect a check and make a scene Commemorate your wallows, throw them little heifers on a string Stool pigeons don't fuck with high wires nah'mean? New niggas don't fuck with wise guys, bada-bing (bada-bing) Flip you like a foreclosure (boom!) Griselda bucket or cobra, ragamuffin Carhartt toga Reckon I'll pop over, for Passover By the time I say Hallel the opps' block smolder By the time I say Hallel the watch a lot colder (Hallel) Hova! [Outro: Mach-Hommy] It's overrr (LL, Cool M) (Bitch-ass niggas, what the fuck wrong with you nigga) (I'm out here, we out here!)
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