Westside Gunn - Margiela Split Toes
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[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, my Richard Mille look like a G-Shock (Ah)
Margiela, split the toes on my Reeboks
You think you fuckin' with me? I think not, the new legend
Put the heckler in your mouth for talkin' reckless
Eatin' Four Seasons breakfast, mess hall, we got the weapons
Trade my orange for your milk, in my cell, I'm eatin' Wheaties
Make this fly shit look so easy, MAC-11 gettin' squeezy (Brr, brr, brr)
Creased tans and the narcs, in the day room eatin' GiGi's
First day, who got the drugs? Who run the phone? (Ah)
Fucked CO Jackson from the back, she came, oh no
Broke a commandment, I'm on my own dope
Hundred round drum on it, it sound like go-go (Brr)
Betty Brocker, fifty suits in my locker
Let me shoot, let me mop him, fifty books, I bet I drop him (Boom boom boom boom boom)
Fairfax, I got the pop-up (Ah) better lock up
Suplex the K like Shane Douglas, brain busters, you can't muster
If you don't know my grandmother, I can't trust you (Umm)
Reach out the K and touch you (Doot doot doot, woo, )
[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]
[Outro]
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, my Richard Mille look like a G-Shock (Ah)
Margiela, split the toes on my Reeboks
You think you fuckin' with me? I think not, the new legend
Put the heckler in your mouth for talkin' reckless
Eatin' Four Seasons breakfast, mess hall, we got the weapons
Trade my orange for your milk, in my cell, I'm eatin' Wheaties
Make this fly shit look so easy, MAC-11 gettin' squeezy (Brr, brr, brr)
Creased tans and the narcs, in the day room eatin' GiGi's
First day, who got the drugs? Who run the phone? (Ah)
Fucked CO Jackson from the back, she came, oh no
Broke a commandment, I'm on my own dope
Hundred round drum on it, it sound like go-go (Brr)
Betty Brocker, fifty suits in my locker
Let me shoot, let me mop him, fifty books, I bet I drop him (Boom boom boom boom boom)
Fairfax, I got the pop-up (Ah) better lock up
Suplex the K like Shane Douglas, brain busters, you can't muster
If you don't know my grandmother, I can't trust you (Umm)
Reach out the K and touch you (Doot doot doot, woo, )
[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]
[Outro]
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