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Westside Gunn - Pete Sake Lyrics



Westside Gunn - Pete Sake Lyrics
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Yeah, nigga my kicks cost your mortgage
My bricks and my bitch was imported
We zipped through in Porches
I used to have zips of the purist
Even had a mean run in DC like Clinton Portis
My mind was distorted from the fish that I snorted
All you bitch niggas can get it extorted
I keep a stick when I'm touring
I don't Ford Explore it, push the Lamborghini Urus, I can assure I floored it
Nigga your bitch think I'm gorgeous
My Tom Fords is tortoise, I bet you bitch niggas can't afford it
The Louis 13 I poured it
Got murals of my face out of Europe because I'm the illest to ever record it
And just in case it's smoke, I brought the .40 to sort it
Niggas mad 'cause they 40 and dormant
They still in the projects, my condo got a doorman
My shooter like Harden 'cause he involved in all the scoring
Flygod is an awesome God, that little nigga hit three niggas
I told him awesome job
Don't give no f*ck about no rappers, they can all get robbed
This shit is easy like Culpepper throwin' Moss a lob

I doubled down and took every risk, I couldn't afford losing
That's how I jumped into a foreign right out of a Ford Fusion
Small Ruger, drive, shots run you down like Carl Lewis
Or I can have your broad do it, mix your food with car fluid
Guess whose back, the VVS bluer than car coolant
Big straps, I let a clip fly and the war moving
Been a boss, now I'm a coach, I'm talking John Rubin, Don Shula
GXF Taliban, Saddam shooters, Soprano Wraiths
The driveway ain't got no V6s
I'm buying ice, and I'ma spike, not Lee's Christian
I'm reminiscent about my life over beats ventin'
Y'all dick riding, worship niggas like they bleed different
Okay, blood on the apron you know it's the Butcher
Whip a brick hard and then tip the cooker
Off the rope, p's flying like Jimmy Snuka, uh

This is the corner, the heart of the problem on the east side, and northwest side
Now if we don't attack the problem here
It's going to spill out into the main street and the water front
Eight people were shot, a witness apparently overheard the shooter tell a woman
"I told you I would fix this", followed by an expletive, before he killed her
Sources tell News 4 the incident may have been in retaliation for shootings on Thursday
East side, west side, North Buffalo, South Buffalo, downtown
When it comes to violence in the queen city, there's no border
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Yeah, nigga my kicks cost your mortgage
My bricks and my bitch was imported
We zipped through in Porches
I used to have zips of the purist
Even had a mean run in DC like Clinton Portis
My mind was distorted from the fish that I snorted
All you bitch niggas can get it extorted
I keep a stick when I'm touring
I don't Ford Explore it, push the Lamborghini Urus, I can assure I floored it
Nigga your bitch think I'm gorgeous
My Tom Fords is tortoise, I bet you bitch niggas can't afford it
The Louis 13 I poured it
Got murals of my face out of Europe because I'm the illest to ever record it
And just in case it's smoke, I brought the .40 to sort it
Niggas mad 'cause they 40 and dormant
They still in the projects, my condo got a doorman
My shooter like Harden 'cause he involved in all the scoring
Flygod is an awesome God, that little nigga hit three niggas
I told him awesome job
Don't give no f*ck about no rappers, they can all get robbed
This shit is easy like Culpepper throwin' Moss a lob

I doubled down and took every risk, I couldn't afford losing
That's how I jumped into a foreign right out of a Ford Fusion
Small Ruger, drive, shots run you down like Carl Lewis
Or I can have your broad do it, mix your food with car fluid
Guess whose back, the VVS bluer than car coolant
Big straps, I let a clip fly and the war moving
Been a boss, now I'm a coach, I'm talking John Rubin, Don Shula
GXF Taliban, Saddam shooters, Soprano Wraiths
The driveway ain't got no V6s
I'm buying ice, and I'ma spike, not Lee's Christian
I'm reminiscent about my life over beats ventin'
Y'all dick riding, worship niggas like they bleed different
Okay, blood on the apron you know it's the Butcher
Whip a brick hard and then tip the cooker
Off the rope, p's flying like Jimmy Snuka, uh

This is the corner, the heart of the problem on the east side, and northwest side
Now if we don't attack the problem here
It's going to spill out into the main street and the water front
Eight people were shot, a witness apparently overheard the shooter tell a woman
"I told you I would fix this", followed by an expletive, before he killed her
Sources tell News 4 the incident may have been in retaliation for shootings on Thursday
East side, west side, North Buffalo, South Buffalo, downtown
When it comes to violence in the queen city, there's no border
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Writer: Kassia Conway, Alvin Lamar Worthy
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




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