Conway , Westside Gunn - Dunks (Feat. Conway) скачать mp3

[Intro] Whosoever is born of God does not commit sin, for his seed remaineth in him, and he cannot sin, because he is born of God BUCK! Yo [coughs] Griselda, Griselda by Fashion Rebels [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayo, arm leg leg arm head Dread said put the TEC in the leg, then sick the Heckler instead His baby moms got his head in her lap, screaming that he dead I learned to politic ditto in the Feds Cherry X-7 see me on tour with the Wesson Learn your lesson, my man got 81 stressing Never seen his kids once, you fake niggas front Pucci trench coat, everything new but the pump 2K for the dunks, the SB's Gianni swim trunks on jet skis Threw the gat away Leave his face in his madam's plate Sadam told me hit the graf, don't agitate Spot making $20K a day Easy, chopped the nigga hands off for his brick steady greasy I make this fly shit look easy Finnish Guess, the guests were in the kitchen Flipping, you broke niggas better pay attention DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO Griselda, Griselda Listen [Verse 2: Conway] Hold the torch to the wax pipe I'm a torch, you a match strike Before you talk get your facts right Nigga, I beat a fucking cop with his own flashlight I ain't wrapped tight Two hundred bars, nigga that's light Riccardo Tisci black Nikes the MAC-11, got it half-price A glass of 'gnac, splash the ice My life’s a roll of the craps dice, blow the strap plus I rap nice Woo!! Probably bring it to your doorstep Had amigo rapping before Offset (talk to 'em) Probably went over your head I said I had Migo wrapping 'em before Offset (AAAAAAH) Nigga that's wrapping up a square You rapping 'bout the trap when you actually wasn't there (Who is you?) I swear, a lot of new rappers is weird They wearing leggings and dying they fucking hair (Hahahaha) I swear, got to admit I'm that nigga In the last two years show me who did it bigger Rocking furs for the winter I might put fox on like '96 Jigga (WOO!!) Real niggas follow the codes Lil' homie was fourteen, six bodies, nigga out of control I'ma put the pot on the stove, for a knot I can hold Told the cops to suck a cock, nigga, I didn't fold In V.I.P. twenty bitches all the bottles is gold Your WCW wanna swallow me whole As do a lot of these hoes Balenciaga with the croc on the toes You niggas pussy y'all finally got exposed (I see through y'all niggas) I'm on my motherfucking job These niggas wanna be king, but what's a king to a God? (AH) I'm really 'bout that action homie that ain't no facade In the booth I'm DeAndre Jordan catching the lob [Skit]