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Correct Easter Gunday Lyrics
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Correct Easter Gunday
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[Intro: Keisha Plum] Bow our heads, let us pray Thou shall not disrespect the Flygod Thou shall not let any foul slick shit come out ya mouthpiece Or else, crowbar to ya jaw Knock out ya teeth Then smile and say "Let's go eat" Red Snapper oysters and fettuccine Givenchy snakeskin and florals by Riccardo Tisci Have you feeling like David in the Lion’s Den Give you faith of a mustard seed Mustard colored 'Rari pushing a 100mph on the 33 Cheektowaga PD in my rear-view If they catch me, I'm resurrecting like the lamb of God IN PLUM POETRY, I TRUST Everything else is a fucking fraud [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] My niggas at the Round Table eatin’ good Ain't no shrimp steaks for you We popping bottles like the '96 Bulls Ain't no more Ace for you If them niggas ain't come to the party with his fucking next shoe Welcome Home Killa Tone, my nigga 40 - this shit here for you I'm back so soon Beef and Broc' two tones, the Maybach go vroom I had them fiends on tilt, yo this work ain't new He cracked his pipe - on Rin Tin, he was back by noon K cutter choppin’ ’em, no top Lexus - we hop in it Fed two Bulados with the socks in 'em These niggas mad ’cause I'm popular with the work Wrist like the blades on the helicopter bruh The books lied, I'm not merciful - they thought I started with them Now I'm dead, they ’bout to circle them I'm T-shirting them I would shock and bring Phife Dawg back and just murder them (Rest In Peace Phife!) I'm nasty, come test me Driving and shooting, niggas swore I was Lefty In the Wraith playing Reggie Dropped Flygod now the bitches say I'm sexy Wait Wait Wait I never hesitate, hole the MAC-11 straight Thoughts to annihilate, ya last full day was yesterday Wraith off the showroom floor, I never wait Don't make me turn lyrical, Lupe with the GAT on Don't make me get spiritual, it's God with the mask on I only wanna meet MF DOOM This still on cassette Keep playing, I had some L.I. Bloods on ya neck Pay some Crips out on Grape, they go to So High Blow a whole check with Jake We best that ever do this shit About to take - select a class, fucking turn Ludacris Hit Dre or Aftermath Make up with Anderson .Paak, the nigga moved so I shot Sorry, my wordplay explicit Radio scared of me, but the hood say I did it My IG floor seats next to Lilick I'm thinking Notorious B.I.G., but bigger Dig up Warhol for the picture Take his shit - whatever color it is, I paint the Fisker My niggas at the Round Table eatin' good Ain't no shrimp steaks for you We popping bottles like the '96 Bulls Ain't no more Ace for you If them niggas ain't come to the party with his fucking next shoe Welcome Home Killa Tone, my nigga 40 - this shit here for you [Interlude: Westside Gunn] Ayo, it's Easter Gunday It was such a beautiful day Took my Grandma out to eat But yo, Flygod in stores Make sure you get that See, Griselda the illest niggas out I put whatever on it We don't think like y'all niggas But I'll get into that later See, it's not just me It's not just Conway But I got another nigga My nigga MACH See, his shit drop in the May But until then, we gon' kill y'all niggas with everything We just having fucking fun It's nothing else to do Ayo MACH Show these niggas why you the nastiest nigga out this motherfucker [Verse 2: Mach-Hommy] They shit is for the one ratio with carbonate Akira baking soda in the States, you know? Choc-o-late to get blown pon the man crêpe Know we shot at them You softer than a baby, yo! Moroccan fish tagine, splash my purple label I never switch my team like Popovitch So my G-pass for certain neighbors Ski mask was Chris Kane, it had the geometric shapes I put my dick in her face, that's when that bitch came Niggas finna switch lanes West told me, "don't stress homie Get the Model S, man that shit wave" Without no written express Consent, them young boys with it They can show you how to hit it against the fence Ten's drench your Benz, Lorentz - nigga's tense Pull up with tints, my niggas might spit at your friends again Fresh Benjamins and filthy-ass ones Go in the evidence, they never send me back none [Interlude: Mach-Hommy] (Haitian Creole) Alright? Remember I told you that Griselda shit, know what I'm saying? Look at you (Griselda) [Verse 3: Mach-Hommy] Better treat me like the Sun dawg Just give me 93 million miles of personal space before I dump off Shooting like Curry, niggas The more shots I take, the more shots I make I'm great, you scary nigga Unnecessary niggas Don't let the bitter outside A straight leg make you think you want any nigga Involuntary manslaughter Camouflage BAPE Asics, tiger sitting in the transformer Man, this shit is some Vonetta We Sammy Davis Jr., Candyman, MAC, AND1 Göring's in the Jetta Depends on the weather Ain't no motherfuckin friends Motherfuckers be pretending together The cheddar pimento, we move mad blow in the men's room The leather was cancelled, the cocaine sped up the info The floors had broads on the whole thing, wet up the rental [Outro: Westside Gunn] I told y'all niggas don't tag me with niggas Y'all thought I was fucking playing, huh? I told y'all niggas Y'all niggas tag me with them niggas! I'mma make it bad So for "Bust Kingpin" #TheLosers I'll smash any one of you motherfuckers - for fun See, I'm a boss Don't get this hip-hop shit twisted nigga Y'all niggas know me Ayo "Bust" What I'm driving "Bust"?! You seen the fucking Tesla You been to my spot nigga How many floors it got "Bust"?? Ayo Mag You came to my show, right? Brooklyn Fest You had on fucking sandals See, I'm not like y'all niggas Ayo Smoovth See, you cool You hit me in the DM You know I could screenshot all that I ain't no "screenshot nigga" though I speak facts You don't want no problems, you cool I don't got no problem with Roze Your chain on, I had in middle school though my nigga It's a little rusty, put some nail polish on that motherfucker And see, I'm a legend killer too Any OG don't like this shit, speak up now 'Cause I'm never gonna speak again about this shit I tried to be nice It's Griselda You understand that? G-x-F-R Griselda - I ain't with no other niggas I'm a boss I don't follow trends nigga, I set them You understand? Ask about me behind that wall nigga Niggas cook my shit I eat good everyday nigga You understand me? I ain't 'bout to threaten niggas and all that I ain't even 'bout to keep doing all that I'm just letting y'all niggas know If it's a motherfucking problem, say something nigga And I'm not even gon' respond with another song But when I see y'all niggas - you know what fucking time it is You know who with me nigga I don't gotta explain myself I got money nigga My shoes on my feet a $1,000 nigga God is my witness and I'm the fucking Flygod I could talk all fucking day Y'all gon' listen, right? You still listening, right? Don't fucking play with me man Now niggas want a fucking logo Now niggas wanna make shirts Now niggas wanna have wrestling names Now niggas- what else? Now they want art as their fucking covers Come on man... See, niggas I'm looking at little shit "Oh, he gettin' all these big features" "Oh, this nigga got no drums in his beats" Listen, my shit is art nigga My shit is legendary I'm niggas fathers Yo it's niggas right now that wanna be me man I used to wanna be like Nas I used to wanna be like Ghost It's niggas that wanna be Westside Gunn right now nigga I'm that fiend Y'all niggas is just fucking bums We ain't the same [Outro Skit: Paid in Full] RIco: No ribs Mitch: Come on B Rico: No ribs No rice No champagne You don't eat nothing
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