paroles de chanson AUNT GINA (feat. Skyzoo) - Westside Gunn

Yo, my approach is for inheritance
Taught to make it somersault
Jordan child's decadent
Cash hours, spin it back 'round
I could Ferris it
For when my days off was with a Sloan like Kettering
Hold up, shit got out of hand already
At bar four, it's footprints in the sand already
Like walk with me
I'm God tier, stamped already
Like a seven sketched in the brick
While Melo handin' out hesis
'Kay, I'm Black Dante meets Jungle's older brother
Or meets Phonte
Pull up in Ghost, write you a parlay
Or it's sound like if Fulton Street raised Andre
The Stuy got somethin' to say
'til they kick me off stage
Slidin' where the top be, but rep for the nomads
You four corner box me, I Fourth Rope death
From the era of box Jeeps and "just say no" ads
Brownstones like the Cosbys has turned into dope heads

So it's dedicated to five mics and five prez
Dedicated to all my niggas doin' state and fed bids
Dedicated to puttin' plaques on my mother wall
Dedicated to the box on the Glock
I had to spray shit (grrt)
Dedicated to Black Panthers and gold ropes
Dedicated to my brick movers who ain't 'bout to break shit (ah)
Dedicated to catalogs that's bulletproof
Dedicated to Aunt Gina, still baggin' naked (woo)

Catch me on the rec yard posin' with a weapon (ah)
Catch me with the cartel, we was playin' Tetris (mh)
Balcony, Waldorf, Rome's eatin' breakfast (ah)
Got his brains blew out for talkin' reckless
(boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Who that pretty lightskin niggas with the freckles? (Woo)
.38 Special on me, ma said I'm special
(boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Kiss the triple beam, told the bitch, "I can't let you" (mwah)
Can't bring my niggas 'round y'all, all my niggas klepto (ah)
Tie the nigga for the dollar dollar, word to Klefer (ah)
It's Salvatore on Salvatore suit, eatin' pesto (woo)
Lv poncho, level four with the Velcro (grrt)
Rod had six-four die, I'ma talk, hell no (fuck nah)
I was comin' out the Chrome store on Melrose (ah)
Eastside Buffalo, nigga, it's a hellhole (mh)
Feel like Jam Master Jay in the shell toes (mh)
My nigga went to trial
Fucked around and got railroad

Dedicated to five mics and five prez
Dedicated to all my niggas doin' state and fed bids
Dedicated to puttin' plaques on my mother wall
Dedicated to the box on the Glock, I had to spray shit (grrt)
Dedicated to Black Panthers and gold ropes
Dedicated to my brick movers who ain't 'bout to break shit (ah)
Dedicated to catalogs that's bulletproof
Dedicated to Aunt Gina, still baggin' naked (woo, yeah)

Rest in peace, Sean P, Prodigy (grrt)
X, DOOM (rest in peace, woo)
See, I know niggas can't fuck with me
That's why I talk my shit, nigga
(I know niggas can't fuck with me, nigga)
(Super FLYGOD, nigga)
It's a lot of bum-ass niggas, man
(Give a fuck about none of these niggas)
Niggas been copyin' my shit for a decade, nigga
See, I don't care enough about this shit
To even give a fuck, though (fuck these niggas, Lord)
See, I get mine just knowin' niggas know
They can't fuck with me (ah)
See, y'all niggas don't think these niggas
See, y'all niggas think these niggas is
Somethin' that they ain't (mh-mh, no)
I ain't never walked in a room in my fuckin' life
And I ain't, I wasn't that nigga, let me just say that
Just picture any fuckin' nigga in the fuckin' world, nigga
In the same room with me
I know for a fact that nigga can't fuck with me
Ah