
LL BOOL GUNN Westside Gunn
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[Intro]
(Superflygod)
[Verse]
Ayo, yeah, I'm passin' the iPhone, knock 'em out a bucket (Ah)
Five different VEERT pearls, dope house jumpin'
PJ for ten niggas, goyard luggage (Luggage, mhm)
Why these broke niggas hate, but the bitches love 'em? (Love 'em, ah)
Hopped out with Don C, he plugged up his Hummer
Go away, toss in the money, Carhartt jumper (Ah)
You ain't never sip champagne, not a champagne wake up
Might take a piss on a bitch grave (Ah)
Prada bandana on a UZI next to Anna (Grrr)
Seatbelt on a Draco, swervin' in a Phantom (Skrrt)
Skatin' on Dior decks, you wouldn't understand 'em (Uh-uh)
Prayin' five times a day, free Kutter out the slammer (Free Kutter)
Niggas cryin' Denim Tears, Marni my pajamas (Mm)
Caviar dinner shit, you still eatin' Dan Tana's
Wrist full of Van Cleef, they fuckin' up my manners (Ah)
Hangin' out the sunroof, this shit got a banana (Brrt)
[Chorus]
LL Bool Gunn, LL Bool Gunn
LL Bool Gunn, LL Bool Gunn
LL Bool Gunn, LL Bool Gunn
LL Bool Gunn, LL Bool Gunn
(Superflygod)
[Verse]
Ayo, yeah, I'm passin' the iPhone, knock 'em out a bucket (Ah)
Five different VEERT pearls, dope house jumpin'
PJ for ten niggas, goyard luggage (Luggage, mhm)
Why these broke niggas hate, but the bitches love 'em? (Love 'em, ah)
Hopped out with Don C, he plugged up his Hummer
Go away, toss in the money, Carhartt jumper (Ah)
You ain't never sip champagne, not a champagne wake up
Might take a piss on a bitch grave (Ah)
Prada bandana on a UZI next to Anna (Grrr)
Seatbelt on a Draco, swervin' in a Phantom (Skrrt)
Skatin' on Dior decks, you wouldn't understand 'em (Uh-uh)
Prayin' five times a day, free Kutter out the slammer (Free Kutter)
Niggas cryin' Denim Tears, Marni my pajamas (Mm)
Caviar dinner shit, you still eatin' Dan Tana's
Wrist full of Van Cleef, they fuckin' up my manners (Ah)
Hangin' out the sunroof, this shit got a banana (Brrt)
[Chorus]
LL Bool Gunn, LL Bool Gunn
LL Bool Gunn, LL Bool Gunn
LL Bool Gunn, LL Bool Gunn
LL Bool Gunn, LL Bool Gunn
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