Текст песни Eggz - Westside Gunn
Yo!
Yo,
what
goes
around
comes
around,
That's
why
I
got
the
car
in
cherry
red
The
illest
shit
I
seen
in
my
life
was
in
the
Feds
Junya
joggers,
gauge
down
the
fucking
leg
Whippin'
yola,
lookin'
like
I'm
cookin'
fuckin'
eggs
Half
my
niggas
doin'
life,
my
other
niggas
dead
Rockin'
vintage
Icebergs
with
the
Snoopy
head
Bobby
Fischer
in
the
Fisker,
you
know
the
richer
Muzzle
on
the
baby
Tec,
you
can
hear
the
bullets
whisper
My
pockets
got
more
Sharks
than
the
Shine
State
New
York
mind
state,
check
the
Buffalo
crime
rate
Gas
up
on
the
hip
in
case
you
niggas
trip
I
run
up
on
your
whip
and
do
some
old
Gangland
shit
On
the
real,
niggas
know
the
deal
Karl
Lagerfeld
bucket
on
Sugar
Hill
Niggas
gettin'
money,
everybody
worth
a
mil
Wipe
my
ass
with
a
new
hundred
dollar
bill,
for
real
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