Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks - Vogue Cover lyrics

[Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks - Vogue Cover lyrics]

I let the work dry on the Vogue cover
Made it snow for seven whole summers
Feds tappin', I don't want no numbers
Don't ask the price, bitch
You know the numbers
Out the pot, set it on the Vogue cover
It's gon' blizzard for the whole summer
Feds tappin', I don't want no numbers
Birds go fast, bitch (Ayo)

Kick down your door in my Lanvins (Ah)
Left wrist, right wrist dancin' (Ah)
Hermès helicopter, landed in the Hamptons
(Ah) gauge down the leg
I was walkin' like I'm crampin' (Ah)
Walked in the bank
The bank bitch called me handsome (Ah)
Makе it hand-to hand
Sportin' one of one Vanses (Woo)
Ayo, ayo (Ayo, ayo, FLYGOD) , ayo
Trippеd over roses
Why these niggas on my shoulders?
Shoppin' sprees, jumped out a
Lotus, snort a bump, come out the coma
(Skrrt)
Hear some shots at any moment, four pound
I had to go to court
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Show my paperwork
Then they welcome me with open arms
My triple beam and my SBs got a bird on it
(Ah) lisa came back with a stem and a fifty
Said she left Earth on it
Let her twerk on it (Woo)
She started singin' like Eddie Levert on it

Baby, hold on to me (Brrt)
See, I'm a special kind (Brrt)
A man that is hard to find
Told you a thousand times (Brrt)
Baby, hold on to me (Brrt) oh, baby, hold

Plug had me sittin' at his
Crib for seven hours (He did)
He mowed the lawn, washed all his cars
And watered the flowers (Shit was crazy)
Back of my mind, I'm like, "Nigga
Go get the powder" (Go get it)
It pays to hit the last free-throw
Shots when you down one (Woo)
And he just wan' see how
Much I really want it (yeah)
And if a little time'll make a
Nigga give up on him (It won't)
Fuck it, I'll sit here and wait
'Cause we gon' stuff so many in the door
Panel won't screw on straight (Keep goin')
Twenty-eight, twenty-eight
Thirty-six twenty-eights
We do numbers through the Cartiers
Every day for a month
Had his block sprayed up
(Brr, brrt, bah, bah, bah, brrt, brrt, bah
Bah) she said, "Your jewelry cost what?"
I said, "A Mustang truck, bitch"
(A Mustang truck, bitch, bitch)
This ain't luck, bitch, this
Brick's weighed up, bitch
(Bitch)
Them niggas ain't us bitch (Bitch, no)

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