Westside Gunn, Armani Caesar - Lil Cease lyrics

[Westside Gunn, Armani Caesar - Lil Cease lyrics]

Ayo ayo

Ayo, Comme des Garçons the only heart I got
(Ah) glock in the Denim Tears
Eight ball in my sock i had no fear
I'm the illest nigga ever walked in
Cactus Plant Flea Market
He tried to walk, we chopped his feet off him
Left his brains hangin' for
A peace offerin'
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Yo, wait, I bench press, then
Bust the duct tape, gave it swim lessons
Rubbed the Pyrex, took my second wish
I been savage trend settin'
Wide Project trench with the twin 'rettas
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Bottega Veneta (Bottega Veneta)
I got the bomb, baby, I got the bomb (Ah)
Send squads to the roof, Vans on
I put money on your head, but I'm hands on
(Boom, boom, boom)
My shooter poppin' wheelies
In Supreme-Vansons
Hand-to hand 'til the grams gone (Ah)
The homie say I'm brazy
My Spanish bitch call me loco
Coco Chanel with the four-four
The high tops with the motos
You ever shot a whole
Block solo? Presidential Ro-Ro (Brr, brr)
The FN shells crackin' ribs like Cotto
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, yo, ah)

Ayo, it's the A-R-M-A-N-I Caesar, Leo (Woo)
The flow is frío, so dope
Could sell it by the kilo (yeah)
Tell 'em I want the smoke
Like I'm runnin' hot (Hah)
Couldn't wait to see how I was
Comin' like a money shot (Come on)
Bitches starstruck (Uh, huh) , these niggas
They all lust (What's up?)
I come through, fuck up they swagger
They all stuck (Haha)
They give me props 'cause I'm
Pretty and bossed up (Uh, huh)
Run the city like I'm Diddy
The hustle is all Puff (Uh huh, take that)
On they neck, niggas, I'm up next
(Huh) , really, I'm a vet (Come on)
Cut the check
Wanna talk or text? Gon' be cash or check
(What's up?)
Strip, rap, move a lil' dope, oh
She trap-trap (Oh shit)
Cookin' up
Sendin' brick money through the CashApp
(Ah ha) i'm back back, in my bag bag
(Hah) , bitches mad mad (Let's go)
Stack full of dubs, lil' boy
That's what I laugh at (Ah ha, hahaha)
Major cheese, major V's (O oh)
Whippin' hoes in line, call me Major Cease
(Come on) i be gettin' this money
Talkin' major cheese (What else?)
Model type, lookin' right, no agencies
(Hah, you see it)
DMs full of niggas wantin' dates with me
(Uh, uh)
But it's money over niggas, I take paper
Please (Hah)
Like Britney Spears, oops, I did it again
(I did it again)
Shittin' on the very ones that
Ain't want me to win, fuck 'em
(Uh, huh) it's like I never got the joke
I'm always last laughin' (Haha)
Armani here to stay, you bitches fast fashion

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