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Westside Gunn - Faithful Lyrics

FAITHFUL Lyrics[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo!
I blow your cabbage all tangled by the ocean eating caviar
(Boom, boom, boom)
Elephant trunk cause l'm paranoid it's paragon
The Bentley trunk
Frankie Avalon I'm in the back wiping the mack off
Let the window down let's see a marathon
Cold vs. Off White skating on the off night
Grab the mattress lot let's get the stove right
Bust a tuck take a shit with PureRite
My nigga got pure life
That mean he never charging drug money forever lusting
My last supper table filled with hustlers I bust down
I throw the shit scaved a pipe to all my customer
Who took an oath
Never turn away fool
Say triple beef of 98 that shit faithful
Supreme digital for ounces
Laying up in Saint Laurent couches
Fill another one of my licks will shoot your house up
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doat, doot doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, dọot)
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Fill another one of my licks will shoot your house up
(Boom)

[Verse 2: Diamond D]
I'm out on a yacht with 2 ladies
Getting my dick sucked out on a Euphrates
Nothing but throat I don't do babies
Hermes bucket bottega blue navys
Crispy rod label the God favors
The cemetry of my foundation was hard labor
I built it all brick by brick
I stretch out in the California chick by chick
Slick fly with
Early shavings I break jaws
If I decide to eat off your plate
(Fuck it!)
I take yours
Without you with a touch the masses
I take tours
I get money
I sit in nice whips and I shake whores
(Beat it bitch!)
You know you at the end of the rope
When you lie at a crossed hands at the end of the scope
When your circle lines you up
That's the end of the hope
Praying to Mary
Like a close friend to the pope
(Lemme find out)
The sacrifices I made
The mind to me
It takes me back to vices I payed
Money I blew
Chips with a honey or 2
Night drives in that Huracán honey and blue

[Outro: Martin Scorsese]
You don't make up for your sins in church. You do it in the streets. You do it at home. The rest is bullshit and you know it