Westside Gunn Lyrics – Ostertag ft. Stove God Cooks
Singer: Ostertag ft. Stove God Cooks
Title: Westside Gunn
〈Intro: Stove God Cooks〉
Ah
〈Verso: Stove God Cooks〉
No me hagas mandar a mi amigo por ahí con una máscara de UCONN (Jajajaja)
Negro fornido pasando el rato en el Benz de dos puertas (Brr, bah bah bah bah bah bah)
Paquete en el bolso de mi hija recién nacida
Cuando tenían miedo de enviarlo por correo, hombre, fui a Utah Jazz (Woo)
Dijeron: “Stovie, ¿crees que lo lograste?” ¿Cómo puedo descifrarlo?
Solo sé que salté y maté, perra, soy Roddy Piper (Solo sé eso)
Ellos aman mi álbum como si yo morí (Como si yo morí)
Tengo treinta kilos de altura, la estufa la traje viva (Woo)
Entonces bailo en él
El último tenía estampado a Hitler, oro de veinticuatro quilates saltando
200 billetes en los pantalones Chrome Heart, no es nada (No es nada)
Leí tu oferta, esa mierda fue un asco (Jaja)
Podría vender mi próxima mierda por un millón (Por un millón)
Solo siete copias y estoy muerto de verdad (Lo digo en serio)
Dile a tu rapero favorito que no lo siento (Dile que no lo siento)
Dile al enlace que las puertas están apagadas, es hora de llenar (Es hora de conseguirlo)
Si llegamos a casa, lo mataremos
Gana así (Woo), se siente como cuando los Pistons tenían a Chauncey Billups (Stove)
〈Outro〉
¿No es esa la palabra en la calle?
FLYGOD tiene la mejor mierda
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Westside Gunn – English Translation
〈Intro: Stove God Cooks〉
Ah
〈Verse: Stove God Cooks〉
Don’t send me my friend out there with a UCONN mask (hahahaha)
Black fornid
Package in my newborn daughter’s bag
When they were afraid to send it by mail, man, I went to Utah Jazz (Woo)
They said: “Stovie, do you think you did it?” How can I decipher it?
I just know that I jumped and killed, b#tch, I’m Roddy Piper (I just know that)
They love my album as if I died (as if I died)
I am thirty kilos, the stove alive suit (woo)
Then dance in him
The last one had Hitler printed, gold of twenty -four carat jumping
200 tickets in Chrome Heart pants, it’s nothing (it’s nothing)
I read your offer, that sh#t was disgust (haha)
I could sell my next sh#t for a million (for one million)
Only seven copies and I’m really dead (I say it seriously)
Tell your favorite rapper that I don’t feel it (tell him I don’t feel it)
Tell the link that the doors are turned off, it is time to fill (it’s time to get it)
If we get home, we will kill him
Win like this (Woo), it feels like when the Pistons had Chaunley Billups (Stove)
〈Outro〉
Isn’t that the word on the street?
Flygod has the best shit
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Lyrics Ostertag ft. Stove God Cooks – Westside Gunn
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