Westside Gunn, Armani Caesar - Paula Deen lyrics
[Westside Gunn, Armani Caesar - Paula Deen lyrics]
Uh yo (A caese, the motherfuckin' div)
Ayo, ayo
All up on my clit, just kiss it
(Just kiss it)
Y'all a bunch of broke-ass bitches (Uh, huh)
Came up in the game and I'm 456-ing
(Ha, woo) say them VVS's
Why them shit's ain't hittin'?
Potty trained, bitch shittin'
(Bitch shittin')
While they gossipin', I run up my digit's
(Run up my digit's)
Back in the kitchen, badder bitch
Since Dennis the Menace, huh
(The Menace)
Can't really argue with bitches
I'm up here (I'm up here)
I met your dude, spent his check up
And disappeared (Uh, huh)
In the streets, 'Mani did shit
('Mani did shit) whippin' that dope
Servin' niggas in kitchens (Uh, huh)
I bе on my Paula Deen shit
(My Paula Deen shit)
My shit supreme, all queen (Uh, huh)
I'm 'bout cheese (I'm 'bout cheesе)
I cop V's with no keys, ho, please (Ah)
Pockets gettin' fatter
The bank account goin' up (They goin' up)
Bottega Veneta clutch
Got a lil' get money gut (Get money gut)
Drop another selfie, the internet goin' up
(They goin' up)
Niggas all in my DMs, your MCM got a crush
Ayo, dope fiends sayin', "West
You the shepherd" (Ah)
I put a dot on your head
Dalmatian on the Givenchy leather
Chevy, three seats, vanilla (Skrrt)
My rhymes stellar do or die
You leavin' in a body bag or stretcher
(Boom, boom, boom)
In blue marble head to toe, who are you?
I'm too remarkable (Woo) gOAT status (Ah)
The Black Lex Luger, the total package (Ah)
Pistol whip you brutal, knock off your noodle
(Ah) left the scene clean without a trace
Money green Bottega skates
Chrome Heart leather mask
Lookin' like Leatherface
The "X" after the "G", the
"F" before the "R"
Get your letters straight
Whipped a big eight and got another big eight
(Whip) locked in the SHU, I seen better days
Ayo, ayo
All up on my clit, just kiss it
(Just kiss it)
Y'all a bunch of broke-ass bitches (Uh, huh)
Came up in the game and I'm 456-ing
(Ha, woo) say them VVS's
Why them shit's ain't hittin'?
Potty trained, bitch shittin'
(Bitch shittin')
While they gossipin', I run up my digit's
(Run up my digit's)
Back in the kitchen, badder bitch
Since Dennis the Menace, huh
(The Menace)
Can't really argue with bitches
I'm up here (I'm up here)
I met your dude, spent his check up
And disappeared (Uh, huh)
In the streets, 'Mani did shit
('Mani did shit) whippin' that dope
Servin' niggas in kitchens (Uh, huh)
I bе on my Paula Deen shit
(My Paula Deen shit)
My shit supreme, all queen (Uh, huh)
I'm 'bout cheese (I'm 'bout cheesе)
I cop V's with no keys, ho, please (Ah)
Pockets gettin' fatter
The bank account goin' up (They goin' up)
Bottega Veneta clutch
Got a lil' get money gut (Get money gut)
Drop another selfie, the internet goin' up
(They goin' up)
Niggas all in my DMs, your MCM got a crush
Ayo, dope fiends sayin', "West
You the shepherd" (Ah)
I put a dot on your head
Dalmatian on the Givenchy leather
Chevy, three seats, vanilla (Skrrt)
My rhymes stellar do or die
You leavin' in a body bag or stretcher
(Boom, boom, boom)
In blue marble head to toe, who are you?
I'm too remarkable (Woo) gOAT status (Ah)
The Black Lex Luger, the total package (Ah)
Pistol whip you brutal, knock off your noodle
(Ah) left the scene clean without a trace
Money green Bottega skates
Chrome Heart leather mask
Lookin' like Leatherface
The "X" after the "G", the
"F" before the "R"
Get your letters straight
Whipped a big eight and got another big eight
(Whip) locked in the SHU, I seen better days