paroles de chanson City, Sos, & Me - Westside Gunn
So
there's
no
use
in
asking
Your
point
of
view
So
there's
no
use
in
asking
Your
point
of
view
Ayo,
the
drop
pair
cherry
red
Red
bottoms,
Mack
Elev,
we
will
clap
your
head
Medusa
head
locs,
loft
kitchen
reek
of
coke
Cocaine
Carreras,
parlayin'
me
and
Sos
Bricks
for
what?
Get
ten
of
'em
Get
Killa
Tone
a
Bushmaster,
he'll
flip
somethin'
Big
chains
on,
I'm
lookin'
rich
Bust
the
duct
tape,
it
smelled
like
piss
KTZ
sweatsuit
down
to
the
kicks
Stepped
on
the
dope
twice
All
black
oyster,
P
roll
with
the
pink
ice
Mink
white,
50
shots
before
he
can
blink
twice
Got
his
brains
leanin'
to
the
side
like
some
cheap
Nikes
Easy
come,
easy
go,
wack
him
for
his
Yeezy
1's
Eazy-E
Raider
snap
back
that
match
the
joints
Lookin'
like
Schoeder
kid,
hold
up
Mix
the
cryonite
with
the
China
white,
bet
my
niggas
blow
up
Rolls
Royce
rolled
up
That
nigga
did
20
flat—nigga,
so
what?
We
them
new
niggas
hangin'
out
the
roof,
the
truth
Mix
the
Pérignon
with
the
grapefruit
Moschino
gloves
on
the
hammer
Shot
his
man
up
at
Barney's
choppin'
grams
up
World
premiere,
hang
that
nigga
from
the
lid
Rocks
clear,
choppers
swingin'
from
the
chandelier
The
flyest
nigga
on
this
mic,
shit,
I
swear
When
I
got
my
first
brick
I
dropped
tears
12-12
A
resumes
with
cooked
flake
I
was
fucked
up,
I
got
a
back
off
of
big
gate
Adolf
Versace
plates
Malcolm
X
Prada
frames
analyze
the
snakes
Human
made
joggers
cuz
they
sweatin'
me
It's
got
an
apron
on
flexin'
the
recipe
All
this
gold
on
might
be
the
death
of
me
The
six
kilo
Cuban
link
especially
Coke
on
my
sweatshirt
like
Heavy
D
Chanel
mask
on
baggin'
heavy
D
Rolls
Royce
rolled
up
That
nigga
did
20
flat—nigga,
so
what?
We
them
new
niggas
hangin'
out
the
roof,
the
truth
Mix
the
Pérignon
with
the
grapefruit
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