Dunks Westside Gunn (Ft. Conway the Machine)

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Whosoever is born of God doth not commit sin for his seed remaineth in him
And he cannot sin, because he is born of God
Buck!
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Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
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[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]
Ayo, arm, leg, leg, arm, head
Dread said put the TEC in the leg, then sick the Heckler instead
His baby moms got his head in her lap, screamin' that he dead
I learned to politic ditto in the feds
Cherry X-7, see me on tour with the Wesson
Learn your lesson, my man got eighty-one, stressing
Never seen his kids once, you fake niggas front
Pucci trench coat, everything new but the pump
2K for the dunks, the SBs
Gianni swim trunks on jet skis
Threw the gat away, leave his face in his madam's plate
Saddam told me, "Hit the gravel and agitate"
Spot makin' 20K a day, easy
Chopped the nigga hands off for his brick, steady greasy
I make this fly shit look easy
Finnish Guess, the guests were in the kitchen
Flippin', you broke niggas better pay attention (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
Hahahaha
(Griselda)
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