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Peppas (feat. Black Star) letra


Don't take this ass whippin' personally
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem, Conductor
Don't wait for her, man
Ink well elegant, more medicine
Bey, Bey, Bey

Ink well elegant, more medicine miracle
Pastel perennials, punish Ivan the Terrible
Graveyard footfall, sound God bury site
Batman earth slam Joker to the tanzanite
Matte-black dynamite, blast radials, black radio
Core capability, flaco facility
Fly guy, do or die, Bed-Stuy energy
Semper fi, B-E-Y
These hoes hilarious, we cardiac serious
Cartier tank top, blow the central bank up
Throw away your bank check, nah, baby, it ain't luck
Days without a way, we prayed, then we made one
See that God graced us with flavors and fountains
X amount of mountains, X amount of X amount, it's countless
The wizard is a fraud, what you afraid for?
It's all a lot of thunder, no rainfall
Keynote considered glowin', get the geometrics, true and living

The stars of the story got him movin' different
Goofy niggas, the hate be in they genes like it's they true religion
If it isn't love, it must be New Edition
Flygods, nah, we don't believe in superstitions
Superman to man, see through the system with my super vision
Powerful, the spirit'll grab you like tabernacle
The voice of the people keep it deeper than an Adam's apple
Yeah, even more than before
I said what I said 'cause I saw what I saw
Son swore he ain't the boys but always callin' the law
It got him actin' unhinged like a door on the floor
Yeah, I'm never silent, always speakin' up
Personally, I find that you cowardly niggas weak as fuck
When justice, no peace too much, could never be enough
Louder than a bomb, but we turnin' up till the speakers bust
Living on the road, Mama framing my tour posters
Stay away from these industry agents, they all vultures
But breakin' up these toys 'cause they faker than small soldiers
I don't know why they do it but it can't be for the culture
Claimin' La Costra Nostra, we in love with the coca
They hit niggas with the R.I.C.O., white people put it in cola
For generational wealth, they standin' on they ancestor's shoulders
After burnin' down Tulsa, Oklahoma

Ayo, Goyard messenger hangin' off the shoulder
Layin' on the bunk, screamin' three vents over
In three man cells rockin' 3MAN (three man)
Catch you in the shower, nigga, keep playin' (nigga, keep playin')
My shit feel like it's Illmatic again
My favorite fiend went to rehab
Two weeks later, he was back a addict again (addict again)
He was three dollars short, had to drag him from the Benz wagon again (skrrt, ah)
He crashed it, bought another toy (another toy)
The denim Charles Jeff Loverboy (loverboy)
Everybody know my deen, burn clean (ah)
Fendi sweatpants, got the MAC on the drawstring
My nigga hit me just to say he got the biggest lock in Orleans
I had a thirty-eight at fourteen (fourteen)
Arigato poncho, blanco
So much coke, he had to get the baking soda from Costco's
My shooter sniffin' coke like Jon Bones (sniff)
Tri-color Jacob with the time zones (conductor!)
Get your helluva mind blown (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Your stylist picked it out with they eyes closed, Gucci highs with the rhinestones (woo)
When you see the red wagon, you know what's happenin' (skrrt)
Desert in the dunhill, niggas know what's brackin' (ah)
Red soles on the Loubs, I'm a show assassin (ah)
Hopped out at Carbone, all the cameras flashin'
Hopped out at Carbone, all the bitches grabbin' (woo)
Bitches love the Flygod, all these niggas cappin' (woo)
LV snapback with the crystals backwards (ah)
Flygod

Westside Gunn watching from the front row over there
Like you said, Excalibur, hip-hop royalty in the house here tonight on Rampage
Both inside and outside the ring
Look at him, he's texting me right now
He wants some advice on his career
Yeah, how to-, how to kick people

Westside Gunn - Letras

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