Westside Gunn

I’m off the top rope
Suplexin’ you niggas
From here on out (Ayo)
Just call me Dram’ Cena
Hahahaha

Ayo, I’m presidential, lift the rosie, I’m real posey (Ah)
The forty got a nose like Sugar Shane Mosley
Shark head zipped up, mistress on my doley
Body bags zipped up, twelve slugs, you know it’s me (Grr)
The only nigga park the Rolls up in Cold Springs (Skrrt)
We talkin’ prices, damn, my plug had to know it’s me (Sniff)
We move like ISIS, Prada silks from Milan
You pussy, all I got to do is smoke your bodyguard
Big shell knock all some bodies off from Ed Hardy
On Jeff Hardy, my shooter sniff the yola through a straw
We raw, trey pound to your jaw, GxFR
We all we got, designer all we rock
Scratch the code off the Glock
The homie just came home, you can tell by his bop
We run the compound load, I’m on his head with a lot (Hmm)
Dubai mall, every floor, shoppin’ ’til I drop
Culture niggas, told Jacob “Ice out this watch” (Woo)
Slappin’ these niggas, on they knees, beggin’ me to stop
Louis XIII, third shot, glass baccarat
Niggas know me, when bricks was twenty-two a pot (Woo)

You a gangster (Gangsta), and you ain’t (And you ain’t)
Too many fuck niggas all in the way (Ah)
Livin’ godly, that’s the plan (That’s the plan)
Seem like the world in the palm of my hands
On the corner, crack in the palm of my hands (Ah)
He tried to go against the devil and ran (And ran)
I’m in Ibiza, lookin’ fly with a tan (Tan)
Slide the doors back on the Maybach minivan
Duran Duran (Gangsta)

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Westside Gunn

American rapper and executive

Duran Duran

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