The hurt business – Westside Gunn lyrics

Lyrics The hurt business – Westside Gunn

The hurt business lyrics
Ayo I’m on the .. talkin’ Flair his face all bloody
Rope hangin’ off got hit with a chair
Wore .. to the dance floor Greg Valentine lower tops
Blow his brains out right off the handlebars
Doggypiled the riches tremendous
Push a three door Benz they never comin’ out I had twins
Walked up on him pulled my gun out close take that fuckin’ chain off
I need that money and that socks filled with bags of dope
Duffle bag rumours when we read up
My dread shot five niggas move to VA and rock the Caesar
Peace almighty grimy (Peace)
Kimbo edition my alma matter is Federal prison
Guess who ran the day room? Don’t touch the wrong TV
I’m watchin’ 106 and Park with my shades on
Niggas gettin’ pleasure when they toe tag your vintage Gaultier (Boom boom boom boom)
I’m talkin’ old fashion shooter got a coke habit (Boom boom boom boom)

Ayo the flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (Got the game on lock ah)
Keep shootin’ it ’til it ain’t no shots (Brr brr ’til it ain’t no shots)
Allah please forgive all my niggas in the box (All my niggas in the box)
When one come home then another get knocked (Then another get knocked)
Flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (Got the game on lock ah)
Keep shootin’ it ’til it ain’t no shots
Allah please forgive all my niggas in the box
(All my niggas in the box ah Kushed God bitch)
When one come home then another get knocked (Uh then another get knocked)

It only take a half a second to establish the hit
Send my lil’ homie at you have him stab through your KITH
Got a kilo on my neck nigga average a brick
Your bitch face painted on my pants Ravishing Rick (Uh)
How stylish is this? No hate no malice is this
Whippin’ heavy all these carats on wrists
Thousand dollar bottle sprays my whole palate is rich
Ménage à trois times six nigga Paris was lit
I get more twat more checks than you (I shake the spot)
You a vegan now you a vegetable (I spin the block)
All guns blazin’ my man got locked
Came home went back he said it’s vacation
Uptop shakin’ just stuffed a Backwood of eight when
West made the tag from the apron (Really)
Five star suites to bust plays you do the Days Inn
Get to the money everyday spent

Ayo the flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (Got the game on lock ah)
Keep shootin’ it ’til it ain’t no shots (Brr brr ’til it ain’t no shots)
Allah please forgive all my niggas in the box (All my niggas in the box)
When one come home then another get knocked (Then another get knocked)
Flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (Got the game on lock ah)
Keep shootin’ it ’til it ain’t no shots
Allah please forgive all my niggas in the box (Look yeah all my niggas in the box ah)
When one come home then another get knocked (Wale uh let’s go then another get knocked)

Alhamdulillah most valuable like Hassan Assad
Got enhancements to them hammers they’ll do their job
On my side Cullinan with the windows down
Play whatever hand I get but never ever show my card
Lay down niggas ain’t thug don’t think we can’t tell
It ring out coughin’ up blood look like your gang red
Folarin poppin’ fiends coppin’ ask my young one
A lot of shoppers don’t look like rockers because they young bucks
Haha okay who doper than them?
Got two pairs of Duncan foams and I ain’t open ’em yet
A nigga been floatin’ on these vocals I been a GOAT with the pen
And niggas snub me or they will we keep revolvers for that
Folarin is back I tried to keep my dawg out the trap
He say he gotta work the rock like Kevin Hart ..
It’s hard to be great and honestly way harder when black
And I feel like Jake rob us boy slimin’ is back for real

Ayo the flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (Got the game on lock ah)
Keep shootin’ it ’til it ain’t no shots (Brr brr ’til it ain’t no shots)
Allah please forgive all my niggas in the box (All my niggas in the box)
When one come home then another get knocked (Then another get knocked)
Flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (Got the game on lock ah)
Keep shootin’ it ’til it ain’t no shots
Allah please forgive all my niggas in the box
(Look yeah all my niggas in the box ah)
When one come home then another get knocked (Then another get knockeddd)

The hurt business

The hurt business – Westside Gunn lyrics
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