The Purist & Westside Gunn Donna Karen

Tekst piosenki

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[Verse 1]

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Never…

Ayo
You know me
I’m making money in my sleep
On the cot dreaming
It’s live being free
Then I woke up to a nigga getting poked up
The nigga throwing up blood
C-O like So what?
Thirty seconds till mail call
I think wifey sent a package
Closed my cell
I put the ratchet in my mattress
Next at the microwave I’m making fried rice with Pepsi in it
At the summer league
Creased tans
The waves spinning
I bet three books of stamps
We beat them niggas by 10…
We beat them niggas by 30…
Yo Worthy you got another visit
I’m on the dance floor eating chicken wings taking pictures
I never wish to see the feds again, never
The nigga 40 got another seven
No PSI mean you telling
Another story by another felon, ha
You selling us dreams but I copped that in counterfeit