paroles de chanson Bubba Chuck (feat. Stove God Cooks) - Westside Gunn , Stove God Cooks

Ayo, every other second, fiends knockin′ at the door
All you heard was Valentino screechin' on the floor
Hangin′ out the 458 with the .44
Seen Flee up the block, the nigga hollered, lord, lord (Lord, lord)
Banana clip out the MAC-10, my niggas score more
Floor seats, watchin' LeBron, I left the fourth quarter
Johnny Dang neck, spent a quarter on water, uh

Balenciaga bucket, meet the black Tom Sawyer, uh
Ten minutes before lockdown, grab the Goya', uh
Kinky fuckin′ gook, I′m upstairs fuckin' Toya, uh
Poured up the middle, Bubba Chuck for the Hoyas, uh
Blew his head off
Crack the safe for the lawyer, uh
Fendi from the booster, high point with the booler, uh
Makin′ Salaat with twenty shooters next Jumu'ah, uh
Next shot, Joe Dumars, uh

Ayo, from the three, all net
Isaiah Thomas
Fashion Week, me and Kim Jones with the chopper
Dice game, Saint Laurent down, pulled out the whopper
Who you be, walkin′ on water, I be the opulent (I be the opulent)
Left wrist, right wrist, I better lock this shit

Too much Ace, I threw the roofs up (My roofs up)
Ferrari with the roof up
You niggas talk too much (Talk too fuckin' much)
A hundred bricks, got ′em flewed up (Flewed up)
Too much Ace, I threw the roofs up (My roofs up)
Ferrari with the roof up (The roof up)
You niggas talk too much (Talk too fuckin' much)
A hundred bricks, got 'em flewed up (Flewed up)

Rick Owens trench, touch the hem
Stove God, I cleanse the kilo of his sins (Hallelujah)
Holy water in the pot, spin, I′m locked in
The last blocks that landed
They stamped ′em with John Lennon face

Only blue notes, my young boy got us up like two more
I seen him shoot seven left handed, Toni Kukoč
Cocaine Moses, I part the ocean
Drive a whole brick through in the Lotus
These niggas bogus
Wockhardt in the cream soda

Versace cap and gown, I got a water whip diploma
Whatever charges they throw at you, better hold 'em
Couldn′t afford his case
I guess he'd rather fight his way up out a coma
Shoot the building, stash box built in
She said the runway for her, but I keep you filled in
Shit, I′m on my way to close a deal

If Columbus could steal land, bitch
We can steal land (We can steal land)
Drop top came with the bees like Candyman
Parked outside the Waldorf Historia
Bangin' half a mil′, countin' half a mil', it′s glorious (This shit is glorious)
Long way from bundles of boy inside of the foreign

Dope fiends′ arms tied up like Ultimate Warrior
I put a stove in the studio
Whip it, then I no look, dish it like Ricky Rubio (Like Ricky Rubio)
I'm ′bout to buy a hundred shares of Hulu
Magic with the chickens, we doin' voodoo
We gon′ be filthy rich, we make it through these nine exits
Balenciaga Tyrexes, flexin', Stove

Too much Ace, I threw the roofs up (My roofs up)
Ferrari with the roof up
You niggas talk too much (Talk too fuckin′ much)
A hundred bricks, got 'em flewed up (Flewed up)
Too much Ace, I threw the roofs up (My roofs up)
Ferrari with the roof up (The roof up)
You niggas talk too much (Talk too fuckin' much)
A hundred bricks, got ′em flewed up (Flewed up)