Lyrics Westside Gunn – Broadway Joes
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The new king of New York, nigga
Yo
Ayo, don’t try me, the Cartiers came out in ’90
Find me in the cocaine spot lookin’ icy (Ah)
I’m lookin’ tasteless, Chanel off the runway, you on the waiting list
Patience, hand-in-handin’ on the avenue
The almighty, I had my lil’ niggas clap at you (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
These niggas not impressive at all, I barely noticed them
Your bricks cheaper ’cause you put too much soda in ’em
They had me shackled all the way to CC in Youngstown
Fast forward, I got the Audemar, be bustdown
Your shit bored, I’m goin’ on the fifth floor (Skrt)
Nigga found a vein in his thighs and started snortin’
Wake up every mornin’, thank the Lord, thank the Lord
Fuck breakfast, get the soda in the mayo jar (In the mayo jar)
Shooter got yayo all in his face (Got it all over his face)
(It’s fuck these niggas, Lord)
All I gotta do is say the word (All I gotta do is say the word)
(Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, I’m the fuckin’ king of New York, nigga, brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Shooter got yayo all in his face (All over his face)
(Give a fuck about none of these niggas)
All I gotta do is say the word (All I gotta do is say the word)
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, rest in peace ChineGun Black, brr, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Ayo, peace to all my lifers in courtrooms like Tyson (Ah)
Fightin’, tryna get their time back, I hope they righteous
Niggas kiss the ring daily, my throne ain’t tampered
Four and a baby, I stashed the MAC by the Pampers
You know I’m brazy, Balmains with the head chopped
The rest’ll follow, nigga died from a leg shot
55’ll get you two things, the K and Bruce Lee (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Fly shit ever on the loose leaf, the coupe flee
Chanel Cs on the two seats, they rather unique (Skrt)
Ain’t no flaws in me, yo, Versace drawers on me
Say it raw, seems the Pyrexes keep callin’ me
The stove Mega Man, the bricks out in Never-Neverland (Ah)
Vera Wang high point jam, I flipped the caravan
Better learn Spanish if you want your bricks cheaper
Pop the ?
trunk, came back with the street sweeper (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Shooter got yayo all in his face (Got it all over his face)
All I gotta do is say the word (All I gotta do is say the word)
(Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Shooter got yayo all in his face (All over his face)
All I gotta do is say the word (All I gotta do is say the word)
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, brr, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Nothin’ you can say can take me away from Flygod, Flygod
Nothin’ you can do ’cause I’m stuck like glue to Flygod, Flygod
You best be believin’ I won’t be deceivin’ the Flygod, Flygod
Ayo, this is Westside Pootie, and y’all still broke
This is Griselda
Griselda
Album
Westside Gunn – Hitler Wears Hermes 7
