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Westside Gunn - Soft Top Lyrics

Soft Top Lyrics[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Grrrt, grrrt
Ayo
Oh, back to Flygod Mir

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Stove God Cooks]
Ayo, track on the plate (Agh) Jay's bangin' all night, all day
Twelve, twelve, eights, [?] trench in the pissy hallway
Green beam on the mac, broad day (Brr, brr, brr)
(Brr) Ayo, I was on the corner with that clean in my sock
Caught 'em comin' from the showers, beat 'em with a mop
Frank gotta know where, hit 'em with a lot (Agh)
Everybody locked down, blood wouldn't stop (Uh-uh)
Lamborghini, soft top, bitches think I'm hot (Skrrt)
Sunbathing, Miu Miu shades on the yacht (Mmm)
Plug tried to throw some base on me, had to swap (Mmm)
S.E. Gang, free Kutter, free Hop (Free Sly)
Suite cost 5K a night, I barely sleep in it (Uh-uh)
Two chandeliers in the kitchen, barely eat in it (Uh-uh)
But I cooked a bird the other day, I had to remix it (Remix, ah)

[Verse 2: Stove God Cooks & Westside Gunn]
Got my first brick, went to sleep with it, I was so excited
Had a dream, all my opps was broke, all the coke cookin', it was no inditements
Shooter said, "When I find 'em, I'm going billboard, I'm going diamond"
Show you how to repress a brick, duct tape it down the middle, cross it over like—
Fuck it, the coke disappear, and the water stay patient, it's gon' come alive again
Water whip world champion, I win the Powder Olympics
I went O.J. Mayo with the yayo, bitch, I took the Bucks out to Memphis
Tell 'em Stove said, "Fuck all the previous business, the scorpions all on the dishes"
Every bird I cook Michelin, like I swear God, they dissin' you
I'm like, "Ain't nobody listening", tell 'em, "Hail Mary, go the distance"
Ah, we in Louis, we in Paris, thinkin' "What would Virgil do?"
Word to who? When Butch' dropped Burden of Proof, I had twenty birds in the coop
My young boy do a drive-by by himself, he would just swerve and then shoot (Skrt, grrrt)
Hah, don't die over music

[Outro]
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