
Why I do em Like that Westside Gunn (Ft. Billie Essco & Keisha Plum)
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[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Ayo
Ayo
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Peace to cap peelers (Peace), drug dealers is illest
They try to fill us with poison (Ah), sniffin' coke off of mirrors
My Fear Of God's half laced, mask faced
For testers, they track race, call me self, you lack grace
Benz and stacks, you can die and come back
Die again and come back, I'll still be the illest nigga alive (Ah)
I'll be live in the villa with your bitch takin' ginger
Send a postcard, Versace trunks on in the winter
Why god so precise with firearms? (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Now you lyin' dyin' in your baby mommy arms (Ah)
New Gianni chopper for my bodyguards, Tommy Gun swarms (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Fours, Tom Ford Goretex off jugg
Encore at the Off-White store, who rolling the dice? (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
I'll take your life for 'em (I take your life for 'em, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot,)
[Chorus: Westside Gunn, Westside Gunn & Billie Essco]
Ayo, dick sucks at the Four Seasons (At the Four Seasons)
Caught two bodies for no reason (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Lord, why I do 'em like that (Why I do 'em like that? Lord, why I do 'em like that)
Ayo, dick sucks at the Four Seasons (At the Four Seasons)
Caught two bodies for no reason (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Lord, why I do 'em like that? (Why I do em like that? Lord, why I do em like that? )
Ayo
Ayo
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Peace to cap peelers (Peace), drug dealers is illest
They try to fill us with poison (Ah), sniffin' coke off of mirrors
My Fear Of God's half laced, mask faced
For testers, they track race, call me self, you lack grace
Benz and stacks, you can die and come back
Die again and come back, I'll still be the illest nigga alive (Ah)
I'll be live in the villa with your bitch takin' ginger
Send a postcard, Versace trunks on in the winter
Why god so precise with firearms? (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Now you lyin' dyin' in your baby mommy arms (Ah)
New Gianni chopper for my bodyguards, Tommy Gun swarms (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Fours, Tom Ford Goretex off jugg
Encore at the Off-White store, who rolling the dice? (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
I'll take your life for 'em (I take your life for 'em, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot,)
[Chorus: Westside Gunn, Westside Gunn & Billie Essco]
Ayo, dick sucks at the Four Seasons (At the Four Seasons)
Caught two bodies for no reason (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Lord, why I do 'em like that (Why I do 'em like that? Lord, why I do 'em like that)
Ayo, dick sucks at the Four Seasons (At the Four Seasons)
Caught two bodies for no reason (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Lord, why I do 'em like that? (Why I do em like that? Lord, why I do em like that? )
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