Peppas (feat. Black Star)

Westside Gunn

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    Don't take this ass whippin' personally
    Conductor, we have a problem
    Conductor, we have a problem, Conductor
    Don't wait for her, man
    Ink well elegant, more medicine
    Bey, Bey, Bey

    Ink well elegant, more medicine miracle
    Pastel perennials, punish Ivan the Terrible
    Graveyard footfall, sound God bury site
    Batman earth slam Joker to the tanzanite
    Matte-black dynamite, blast radials, black radio
    Core capability, flaco facility
    Fly guy, do or die, Bed-Stuy energy
    Semper fi, B-E-Y
    These hoes hilarious, we cardiac serious
    Cartier tank top, blow the central bank up
    Throw away your bank check, nah, baby, it ain't luck
    Days without a way, we prayed, then we made one
    See that God graced us with flavors and fountains
    X amount of mountains, X amount of X amount, it's countless
    The wizard is a fraud, what you afraid for?
    It's all a lot of thunder, no rainfall
    Keynote considered glowin', get the geometrics, true and living

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    The stars of the story got him movin' different
    Goofy niggas, the hate be in they genes like it's they true religion
    If it isn't love, it must be New Edition
    Flygods, nah, we don't believe in superstitions
    Superman to man, see through the system with my super vision
    Powerful, the spirit'll grab you like tabernacle
    The voice of the people keep it deeper than an Adam's apple
    Yeah, even more than before
    I said what I said 'cause I saw what I saw
    Son swore he ain't the boys but always callin' the law
    It got him actin' unhinged like a door on the floor
    Yeah, I'm never silent, always speakin' up
    Personally, I find that you cowardly niggas weak as fuck
    When justice, no peace too much, could never be enough
    Louder than a bomb, but we turnin' up till the speakers bust
    Living on the road, Mama framing my tour posters
    Stay away from these industry agents, they all vultures
    But breakin' up these toys 'cause they faker than small soldiers
    I don't know why they do it but it can't be for the culture
    Claimin' La Costra Nostra, we in love with the coca
    They hit niggas with the R.I.C.O., white people put it in cola
    For generational wealth, they standin' on they ancestor's shoulders
    After burnin' down Tulsa, Oklahoma

    Ayo, Goyard messenger hangin' off the shoulder
    Layin' on the bunk, screamin' three vents over
    In three man cells rockin' 3MAN (three man)
    Catch you in the shower, nigga, keep playin' (nigga, keep playin')
    My shit feel like it's Illmatic again
    My favorite fiend went to rehab
    Two weeks later, he was back a addict again (addict again)
    He was three dollars short, had to drag him from the Benz wagon again (skrrt, ah)
    He crashed it, bought another toy (another toy)
    The denim Charles Jeff Loverboy (loverboy)
    Everybody know my deen, burn clean (ah)
    Fendi sweatpants, got the MAC on the drawstring
    My nigga hit me just to say he got the biggest lock in Orleans
    I had a thirty-eight at fourteen (fourteen)
    Arigato poncho, blanco
    So much coke, he had to get the baking soda from Costco's
    My shooter sniffin' coke like Jon Bones (sniff)
    Tri-color Jacob with the time zones (conductor!)
    Get your helluva mind blown (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
    Your stylist picked it out with they eyes closed, Gucci highs with the rhinestones (woo)
    When you see the red wagon, you know what's happenin' (skrrt)
    Desert in the dunhill, niggas know what's brackin' (ah)
    Red soles on the Loubs, I'm a show assassin (ah)
    Hopped out at Carbone, all the cameras flashin'
    Hopped out at Carbone, all the bitches grabbin' (woo)
    Bitches love the Flygod, all these niggas cappin' (woo)
    LV snapback with the crystals backwards (ah)
    Flygod

    Westside Gunn watching from the front row over there
    Like you said, Excalibur, hip-hop royalty in the house here tonight on Rampage
    Both inside and outside the ring
    Look at him, he's texting me right now
    He wants some advice on his career
    Yeah, how to-, how to kick people

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    Composición: Westside Gunn y Conductor Williams

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