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Westside Gunn - Skylines Lyrics

Skylines Lyrics[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Brrt!
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayo
I'm fuckin' bitch after bitch after bitch
Baggin' bricks on top of bricks on top of bricks
Rockin' Stone Island trench in the 6
Put a hole in 'em, had to shoot 'em with the big shit (Boom!)
Snake on the Gucci polo
My nigga doin' bad, he might whack you for the low-low (Brrt!)

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Lord, have mercy on my soul
Not me, my lil' P's, the bottoms rose
I can whip work with my eyes closed (Eyes closed)
Turnt two to five of those (Five of those)
For my niggas, I lie for those
Kill, still die for those
I'm a legend, you already know (You already know)
Me and Con like George and Tuna in Blow
Blow your brains out, one shot (Boom!)
Sped off playin' Anderson .Paak (Skrrt!)

[Verse 2: Mickey Diamond]
They call me Diamond [?] the way I handle the rock
I might hit the Gucci spot, blow twenty grand on my socks
Your thot ambidextrous, got both hands on my cock (Come here, bitch)
One hand steer the wheel, the other handle my clock (Urr!)
Gold rings on my fist the kind that Mandarin rock (Bling!)
Gold presi', that's another twenty bands on the clock
You can't buy time, my South Beach LeBron's lookin' like Miami skylines (What?)
I'ma get us all rich and die tryin', Big Umbrella (Huh?)
My bitch slippers made of glass like she Cinderella
We be in Vegas workin' magic like we Penn & Teller
Dior monsieur, hand-knit vintage sweaters (Hah)
You tryed your best but I just did it better
Chains swing like ball bats in a doubleheader
Knock it out the park, the rap Pete Rose, who wanna bet us
That we don't touch leathers?
Stack cheddars, I'm like Money Mitch in the crack era
Tacchini on my flesh, yeah, I'm that fella (Diamond)

[Chorus: Mickey Diamond]
I'm fuckin' bitch after bitch after bitch (After bitch)
We gettin' rich after rich after rich (Huh?)
You niggas' screws loose, I had to pull out the wrench
Sixth man of the year, my shooters comin' off the bench (Boom!)
MMP tucked in the Off-White trench
You gotta have a couple bucks saved to talk like this
You gotta have the proper footwear to walk like this
My whole team doin' numbers in New York like Knicks
What the fuck?

[Outro]
(It's-it's-it's-it's The Umbrella, bitch)