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Westside Gunn - Ocean Prime (feat. Slick Rick & Busta Rhymes) lyrics

Artist: Westside Gunn

album: WHO MADE THE SUNSHINE


Ay, yo
Ay, yo, ay, yo
FLYGOD
Ayo, the first body made me anemic
Draco up close (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Chop him in pieces
Out the Black Badge Ghost, take it or leave it (ah)
Thousand and eight grams, parade it, turbo take hands (skrrt)
Shake hands with the devil
I send shootout to take lane (brr, brr, brr)
The pole out the Polestar, Lord, coke pot pissy
Stefano Ricci, lookin' richer
Got extendos on the glizzy (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
730 on the FP Journe, preparin' for the storm
Don't forget the Vacheron
You know what time it is (you know what time it is)
Outside your mama crib... (doot, doot, doot...)
You hit everything to show you positive
Nobody live, nobody live (nobody live)
'95 Undertaker in the Prada trench (ah)
I'm into plantin' seeds of bard, farmers toss the soil
The type of strain that blossom sticky if
It catch the oil (brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah)
My coke the most potent inside the foil
I kept the weed at proper room
Temperature, why it spoil? (Why, nigga?)
Call my Panamanian connect a jaco (tú estás loco)
Pulled up on the rockero, topo en el guaro (what happenin' now, baby?)
Beyond connected, my plug should call Gustavo
Appreciate it's just a jux, now slide the coke a planto (hurry up)
Lemme roll up the weed, n-, pass the fronto
The first to inhabit this land, n-
Call me Tonto (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
You big nose lyin' n-, call you Gonzo
B- can't manage this D in the morning like I'm Alonzo (God damn)
I provide the grocery like I was Costco (supply the f- strip)
Oh, you got a lil' coke, I got a lot though (get the tool)
You n- know my rep, I make it hot, yo
You b- think you can cook, I'm nicer with the pot, ho (pot, ho)
First paintbrush at us
Toss it, floss, kid, send the deposit
And to us wimp, and watch us slip, mount top cause traffic
Hump in public, cops be boppin', stop, cannot us
Steamin' hot ass, volcano ash get, no one can stop us
Walkin' down the street, my jewels neck drop 'cause
Admires black, eloquent, this, how f- does us have?
Roll luxurious with ain't her, discuss us
Not the patch, got Wallabees lit, minus the profits
Educate 'em sacred, my rules above it
Is I was scared, eventual kid come out as pashas

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