Westside Gunn, Keisha Plum - Hebru lyrics

"There you go, there you go
What I'm getting from this is
Really that feeling you were
Describing before about how it's
A very physical act
A big part of it is me being in the
Studio all of the time and you know
A huge passion of mine is to be able to
Take it to the streets
Getting that sort of feedback as I work
It's kind of, like, you get
The people to, like, kind
Of bear witness to your
Passion manifest and, like
Feel it with you or see
Absolutely, and they become part
Of the process"
Brrt! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (Ayo)
Brrt! Brrt! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ayo MAC in the Supreme with the mic jack
(brrt) these niggas actin' like they ill
They ain't like that
Gatorade 6's, yay flippers
We in the cell reminiscing
All you heard was, "CO, I'm hit"
They caught him slippin
Lord forgive him, robbed the dice game
Bought a 100 suit's
Had the joint on 'em, ten flights
Threw 'em off the roof
He landed on Mercer by Versace
Last time they see me I'll
Be shootin' out the Masi
Gucci tearaway suit's, Jesus
Make two bricks out of one
Wipe your fucking prints off and we bool
Gold horse from '76
I think this Nicky Barnes shit
Unwrap the third crystal
You know the god fish
Balenciaga bucket shot the whole whip up
He launched it
I make the sky gray, rain yay, Canali jumpers
(boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Ayo, I make the sky gray, rain yay
Canali jumpers hi points for throwaways
I know they jam
But I'ma hit you five times in the gut
He need another rib
Fieg purple Maestros on the tight rope
Bags was 35, I had them for 32
They gave them hope
Davey Boy Smith with no kick
With the rubber handle
A new yacht every week, John Sanden sandals
(lalalalalala) ayo, a new yacht every week
John Sanden sandals

If Griselda and Adolf had a baby
He would be a little Shady
He would make me his lady
Red roses and blood diamonds for his lady
He would let me read poetry to his enemies
Before he chopped their heads off
Pyramid schemes iller than Madoff
Sticky weed and bulletproof vests
Talk slick, dump a clip in your chest
Poisoning puppies for practice
Murderous tendencies
Giving bitches a buck fifty for fun
Packing grenades, he's sipping Perignon
But it's Ace of Spades in my flute
No words exchanged, just give him the signal
My nigga shoot
Japanese denim and Fendi ankle boots
Coconut color Carreras
A hundred for the lipstick
Fifty for the mascara
Four hundred on something see-through
From the La Perla
Skin and hair scented in Clive Christian
Number one baron spectacular
He knew fucking her would be dangerous fun

Tell her, tell her can I get my 75 cents?
Tell her, tell her again
Damn, he gon' give it to you
No, I need 75 cents out of you i got you
Ooh, lemme see that, bro i want it outta her
What you need to do, is you need to tell her-
Guess what, guess what i got the and I want
Say it, say it again
Give it, give me my 75 cents and I'll show
You how I go brrow, he haw, he haw, he
Well, how much, how much? 75 cents
This bitch you gon' do all that under what?