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Westside Gunn - Black Widow Lyrics

Black Widow Lyrics[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Griselda
Brrt, ayo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
I got samples on my feet, they ain't even made a box yet (Uh-uh)
Ruger check, Glock check
Marni mock neck, shit was all a process (Ah)
I'm out in Malbay smokin' back to back, Jah bless (Ba-da-ba-ba)
It's the scorpion king, the glorious things
My nigga had dreads, went upstate
Now he got a baldie like Mr. Clean
Never catch me off my deen (Uh-uh)
The duffle bag was Celine, my bitch Selena bad
So bad, she don't sing, she don't cook, she don't clean (Uh-uh)
Body on the front porch, I seen his spleen (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!)
On the ring, in the messhall with coke tales
Featurеs with buck fifty's and a Rolls Royce boat tail (Skrrt!)
Don't ever comе across here frontin'
And get stumped out, 40 Belows Louis, I think we onto somethin' (Ah)

[Interlude: Rome Streetz]
You think this is all
You think this is La La Land, fam?
You think this is a play ting?
That's on your fuckin' neck, uh
This is real shit, you know?

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Fly New York shit, all these whores think I'm gorgeous (Uh-huh)
Who you thought was raw as a bum I wipe the floor with? (These niggas washed)
Champ like the Nature Boy, my figure four flawless
Before rap, tape his boy, scam and gettin' off shit (What?)
I turn your tape off if I ever come across it (Fuck outta here!)
Yellow tape, off your corner, have him lightin' torches (Blow-blow)
Born with the gift of the game, I wasn't taught this
It's a bomb on my train of thoughts, stay cautious
To get different effects, I had to switch to causes
Change the course, I went from court to tours rockin' KAWS kicks (Aha)
Flashy, we not the same, I've been a VIP
A rapper, but I clap you like Chi-Ali (Grrt)
You know the steez, if it ain't paper, cock sucker, beat it
I've never seen y'all niggas fly and a bitch I needed (Haha)
Conceited, top seated, it cost guap to see this
All these niggas is my seeds, but they ain't got my genius
I wash all of them dirty niggas, take 'em to the cleaners (Ah)
CDs come with a syringe, take it intravenous

[Outro: Rome Streetz]
'Fuck out of here