Paroles de la chanson Bobby Rhude par Westside Gunn

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Paroles de la chanson Bobby Rhude par Westside Gunn

[Estee Nack & Westside Gunn]
Woah
Brr
Ayy
Griselda
The glory
Brr, brr, son (Yeah)

[Estee Nack]
Before our very eyes, the heroin game became somethin' else
Huntin' for wealth, whip the work and leave hunnids of welts
It hurts when your friends become addicts and don't want any help
Rest in peace my nigga that died with his gun in his belt

We tried and tested (Spin out here)
Mind detect the mind, my destiny, make the right investments
Bitches see me and askin' all kind of questions
Teflon vest (Fuck outta here), shorty in designer dresses
She buggin' out all the time, stressed (Damn, mama)
Fuck if I'm impressed with you lil' niggas, minor flexes (Fuck outta here)
Sign the checks and then fly to Texas, shining necklace
Two or three shits, my name and rank is too prestigious (I'm a God)
I'm never fallin' off or runnin' out of gas reason (Never)
Niggas eager to do me like Judas'll do to Jesus (Uh-huh)

Brutus was backstabbed, his best friend Julius Caesar
The empire rise and fall (Niggas is snakes)
Taught a few niggas who legends now how to ball (That's a fact)
The thought of livin' luxury, had us by the balls (Adlibs)
Came a long way from beatin' Percocet fiends in the alley with Tylenols

[Estee Nack]
The glory (Woah)
The glory (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Estee Nack]
I'm so proud of myself, I never fell victim (Nah)
Some niggas never comin' up out the penal system (Swear to God, nigga)

Some niggas used to be dons, now they sniffin' downers (Crazy)
Dominican niggas with power who brought in bricks of powder
I'm in the Fountainebleau lobby drinkin' whiskey sours

[Estee Nack]
The glory (Uh-huh)
The glory (You know what I'm sayin'?)
(That's how it feel, baby)
(You know, we go hard for ours, dawg, you know what I mean)
Yeah, the glory (Yeah)

[Estee Nack]
Gloria Estefan as a neighbor, that's the ambition, hands glisten

Hunnid grand misses, not a fan of switchin'
To see when Daddy Nack Mandela be hittin' Japan shittin' (Uh-huh)
Son, I got at least two bad bitches OnlyFans clickin' (We're gettin' money)
You couldn't tell by the look of my trap, you're standin' in an advanced kitchen
I'm gram pitchin', FBI circuits jammed and glitchin'
Niggas see me, they whining and bitchin' (Fuck is wrong with you?)
[Estee Nack]
The glory (Hahaha)
The glory (Yeah)

[Estee Nack]
I'm nothin' like the rest of these niggas with the same story

Aim the .40 (Baow), infinite bankrolls, share the vision with her, take a seat
Give me a few minutes, let me explain the story (Let me break it down)
You'll be surprised what niggas ready to sacrifice for the fame and glory (For real)
Peace to the legends that came before me (Yeah)

[Estee Nack]
Glory (Yeah)
The glory (Followin' digits, nigga)
(That shit lethal)

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