Westside Gunn, DJ Premier, Brady Watt - The Narcissist lyrics
[Westside Gunn, DJ Premier, Brady Watt - The Narcissist lyrics]
Ayo (Grr-r-r, Grr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r)
Flygod ayo
You better pray six times a day, praise both
Kill you and your mans with the same scope
You lames broke
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)
My pockets longer than train smoke
I'll let your brains float (Ahh)
Fatality, shell casings droppin' casually
(Boom boom boom boom)
You're not half of me
I'll walk through your blood happily (Ahh)
You ever had a gun in
Your mouth like a cavity?
Amiris got so many rips
They lookin' raggedy, lord
I kept the Cullinan in the factory (Skrr)
Got a mil' plus of art
Used to sit in my cell in the dark
I go to the showers with my boots tied tight
Knife sharp if he died, it's my fault (Ahh)
I touch the sky with the top off
Ayo, Dolce rob Gabbana for a half a man
(Half a man)
Roc Nation Brunch, style by Dapper Dan
(Dapper Dan) niggas gonna miss me when I'm
Done with the shit (Ahh)
The kitchen ki, beggin' me to bag up grams
Ayo, my jewelry lookin' precious
I'm from the east side, shit treacherous
Word on the street, I got the better shit
Fiends droolin' and scratchin'
MAC-10 action (Grr-r-r-r)
Wait 'til Sunday
Catch you comin' out church lackin'
Who you pray to?
Out the CLS, I shot the K smooth
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)
The ambulance playin' the same tune
I can't lose you should've seen it in the
Lobby at the St regis
Scene out of Miami Vice
I left the plate leanin'
Another autopsy, who the fuck shot him?
We all shot
(Grr-r-r) at least a hundred shells
Out the 'Rari (Grr-r-r-r-r) cocaine spots
Blockin' fishscale and calamari
Fiend fell out and died, oops, we sorry
Ayo, Dolce rob Gabbana for a half a man
(Half a man)
Roc Nation Brunch, style by Dapper Dan
(Dapper Dan) niggas gonna miss me when I'm
Done with the shit (Ahh)
The kitchen ki, beggin' me to bag up grams
Ayo, Dolce rob Gabbana for a half a man
(Half a man)
Roc Nation Brunch, style by Dapper Dan
(Dapper Dan) niggas gonna miss me when I'm
Done with the shit (Ahh)
The kitchen ki, beggin' me to bag up grams
Failure won't be a option
Took the game over like I'm supposed to
Failure won't be a option
Took the game over like I'm supposed to
Failure won't be a option
Took the game over like I'm supposed to
Failure won't be a option
Took the game over like I'm supposed to
Flygod ayo
You better pray six times a day, praise both
Kill you and your mans with the same scope
You lames broke
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)
My pockets longer than train smoke
I'll let your brains float (Ahh)
Fatality, shell casings droppin' casually
(Boom boom boom boom)
You're not half of me
I'll walk through your blood happily (Ahh)
You ever had a gun in
Your mouth like a cavity?
Amiris got so many rips
They lookin' raggedy, lord
I kept the Cullinan in the factory (Skrr)
Got a mil' plus of art
Used to sit in my cell in the dark
I go to the showers with my boots tied tight
Knife sharp if he died, it's my fault (Ahh)
I touch the sky with the top off
Ayo, Dolce rob Gabbana for a half a man
(Half a man)
Roc Nation Brunch, style by Dapper Dan
(Dapper Dan) niggas gonna miss me when I'm
Done with the shit (Ahh)
The kitchen ki, beggin' me to bag up grams
Ayo, my jewelry lookin' precious
I'm from the east side, shit treacherous
Word on the street, I got the better shit
Fiends droolin' and scratchin'
MAC-10 action (Grr-r-r-r)
Wait 'til Sunday
Catch you comin' out church lackin'
Who you pray to?
Out the CLS, I shot the K smooth
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)
The ambulance playin' the same tune
I can't lose you should've seen it in the
Lobby at the St regis
Scene out of Miami Vice
I left the plate leanin'
Another autopsy, who the fuck shot him?
We all shot
(Grr-r-r) at least a hundred shells
Out the 'Rari (Grr-r-r-r-r) cocaine spots
Blockin' fishscale and calamari
Fiend fell out and died, oops, we sorry
Ayo, Dolce rob Gabbana for a half a man
(Half a man)
Roc Nation Brunch, style by Dapper Dan
(Dapper Dan) niggas gonna miss me when I'm
Done with the shit (Ahh)
The kitchen ki, beggin' me to bag up grams
Ayo, Dolce rob Gabbana for a half a man
(Half a man)
Roc Nation Brunch, style by Dapper Dan
(Dapper Dan) niggas gonna miss me when I'm
Done with the shit (Ahh)
The kitchen ki, beggin' me to bag up grams
Failure won't be a option
Took the game over like I'm supposed to
Failure won't be a option
Took the game over like I'm supposed to
Failure won't be a option
Took the game over like I'm supposed to
Failure won't be a option
Took the game over like I'm supposed to