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Westside Gunn - Claiborne Kick Ft Boldy James Lyrics

[Intro]
Raw is— Flygod
Ayo

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, Patek wrist, took the cracks out the pots, geometrics (Ah)
Bag the extras, lookin' like the richest ever in the pickup Tesla (Skrrt)
Hundred shots to whoever (Brr), we want wars with the best (Brr)
Elephant trunks stuck to less (Ah), four hundred thousand on the neck
Knock off your head, fuck a vest (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom), you ever seen brains scattered? (Ah)
Right in front of mama love, that type of shit don't matter (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Started gettin' better work then the money came faster (Ah)
Had to sit down a bit, came home, back at it
Same fork was faithful, we catch a body, let the Ace pour (Brr, brr, brr)
Hit the brick with a Claymore kick, rock a Liz Claiborne, it ain't safe for 'em (Ah)

[Interlude: Boldy James]
Mafia, what else?
Two twenty-seven, Blockworks

[Verse: Boldy James]
Stood tall on that murder rock, the threat is on the compound
Twenty-man tanks here, twenty-four hour lockdown
Was wanted on the net by the detects, number one suspected
Callin' home collect, Auntie Nette the only one acceptin'
One count felony firearm, two counts of drug possession
Three counts of felonious assault without a murder weapon
On the west side with 'bout thirty blicks, got the most gun collection
Plus a whole array of thirty clips with a whole drum selection
Young and restless, all my youngins scandalous, don't need none protection
Undercovers pressin', wanna know what's me and Gunn connection
Know the feds watchin', tryna catch us touchin' tons of metric
Whole camp solid, snatch us up, you won't get one confession
Hustlin' medication, takin' medicine for depression
Under investigation, never been the one to question
Plug on my level, seen the talent from the first impression
Russian cut my bezel, Caesar salad with the Russian dressin', where we at?

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, Patek wrist, took the cracks out the pots, geometrics (Ah)
Bag the extras, lookin' like the richest ever in the pickup Tesla (Skrrt)
Hundred shots to whoever (Brr), we want wars with the best (Brr)
Elephant trunks stuck to less (Ah), four hundred thousand on the neck
Knock off your head, fuck a vest (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom), you ever seen brains scattered? (Ah)
Right in front of mama love, that type of shit don't matter (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Started gettin' better work then the money came faster (Ah)
Had to sit down a bit, came home, back at it
Same fork was faithful, we catch a body, let the Ace pour (Brr, brr, brr)
Hit the brick with a Claymore kick, rock a Liz Claiborne, it ain't safe for 'em (Ah)