Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks - Horses On Sunset lyrics
[Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks - Horses On Sunset lyrics]
Brra brra
Drip dry, let the work drip drop (Ah)
Blood on your shirt, let it drip dry
(Griselda, ah)
They said they shot him six times
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I said you should've shot him seven
Then he could've died holy, die holy
With your chain on and your Rollie
They said they shot him six times
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I said you should've shot him seven
Then he could have died (Doo, doo, doo, doo)
Holy
Ayo, I'm up at Horses eatin' cornish hens
(Ah)
I got the Benz parked on Sunset, sink or swim
(Ah) pierre Cardin cardigan
A half a mil' upon my arm again
Peace to Chef Liz, I got the square
Shit's marvelous
They say Jеsus was a carpenter
I'ma shooter though (Boom, boom, boom)
Bitchеs wanna know my net worth
You can Google those
They still low by a few digit's
I got stupid dough
If we get pulled, put this in your pussy hole
My crack bags sweatin' like peaches
(Peaches)
I'm on the dance floor, tans got creases
CO's not looking, let's switch off sneakers
(Sneakers) i'm on the yard in Adidas
They don't even sell Adidas back in '04
Carrie used to strut like she a diva
Seen her last week she smoked her teeth out
Her and G and G had came through
Tried to set a title to a KIA (Ah)
She wanted nine hundred
Meet me by the cleaners (Brra)
Drip dry, let the work drip dry (Ah)
Blood on your shirt, let it drip dry (Ah)
They said they shot him six times
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I said you should've shot him seven
Then he could have died holy, die holy
With your chain on and your Rollie
They said they shot him six times
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I said you should've shot him seven
Then he could have died (Doo, doo, doo, doo)
Holy
The picture of Marilyn Monroe
Arguably one of the most iconic
Pictures of the twentieth century
Where should we start this?
One hundred million, at one hundred million
At one hundred ten million
One hundred ten million one twenty
At a hundred and twenty million
The gentleman's bid here
One hundred thirty million
At one hundred and thirty million
Adrien, you have it at
One hundred forty million
At one hundred and forty five, I'll take
One hundred and fifty million
(One hundred and sixty)
One hundred and sixty million
The Marilyn at one hundred and sixty million
Here it is at one hundred
And seventy million dollars
One seventy is bid and selling
Here it is and the gentleman's bid
Ladies and gentlemen
At one hundred and seventy million for
The Warhol is selling here
One hundred and seventy million dollars
Drip dry, let the work drip drop (Ah)
Blood on your shirt, let it drip dry
(Griselda, ah)
They said they shot him six times
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I said you should've shot him seven
Then he could've died holy, die holy
With your chain on and your Rollie
They said they shot him six times
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I said you should've shot him seven
Then he could have died (Doo, doo, doo, doo)
Holy
Ayo, I'm up at Horses eatin' cornish hens
(Ah)
I got the Benz parked on Sunset, sink or swim
(Ah) pierre Cardin cardigan
A half a mil' upon my arm again
Peace to Chef Liz, I got the square
Shit's marvelous
They say Jеsus was a carpenter
I'ma shooter though (Boom, boom, boom)
Bitchеs wanna know my net worth
You can Google those
They still low by a few digit's
I got stupid dough
If we get pulled, put this in your pussy hole
My crack bags sweatin' like peaches
(Peaches)
I'm on the dance floor, tans got creases
CO's not looking, let's switch off sneakers
(Sneakers) i'm on the yard in Adidas
They don't even sell Adidas back in '04
Carrie used to strut like she a diva
Seen her last week she smoked her teeth out
Her and G and G had came through
Tried to set a title to a KIA (Ah)
She wanted nine hundred
Meet me by the cleaners (Brra)
Drip dry, let the work drip dry (Ah)
Blood on your shirt, let it drip dry (Ah)
They said they shot him six times
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I said you should've shot him seven
Then he could have died holy, die holy
With your chain on and your Rollie
They said they shot him six times
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I said you should've shot him seven
Then he could have died (Doo, doo, doo, doo)
Holy
The picture of Marilyn Monroe
Arguably one of the most iconic
Pictures of the twentieth century
Where should we start this?
One hundred million, at one hundred million
At one hundred ten million
One hundred ten million one twenty
At a hundred and twenty million
The gentleman's bid here
One hundred thirty million
At one hundred and thirty million
Adrien, you have it at
One hundred forty million
At one hundred and forty five, I'll take
One hundred and fifty million
(One hundred and sixty)
One hundred and sixty million
The Marilyn at one hundred and sixty million
Here it is at one hundred
And seventy million dollars
One seventy is bid and selling
Here it is and the gentleman's bid
Ladies and gentlemen
At one hundred and seventy million for
The Warhol is selling here
One hundred and seventy million dollars