Hitler Musik Songtext
von Westside Gunn

Luxurious


Ayo, the starter knicks, Pat Ewing kicks—40 off ′em
Throwing up Faleek Chao while y'all niggas starvin′
Bell stacked joggers, marvelous, a monster
Came right in your face, the Rover sport duck sauces
B.I. had me nauseous, fill the brick truck
Lou flip-flops and try you that New Orleans
Fiends giving they veins torture, New Yorker
Gave work, Dolce and Gabbana had corners
Bull-strap black mask and red and black Foams
Camouflage Dior Homme, my style alone
Is exquisite, jail sand in britches, fam', listen
Expand chickens, baking sodas grams, ya can't miss ′em
Quarter milli′ Grand Turismo, whip delicious
Sick tucked purple laces, spendin' yay-dealers
Authentic Indian head Polo, vintage
Dudda man hang you from the third floor, Lenox
Break squares down in fractions, hangin′
Out the drop head, jugglin' MAC-10s on glass rims
Drinking codeines for the pain (For the pain)
Shoot yo′ block up for the fame (For the fame)
Louis low-tops showin' no laces
I just realized, I′m the fuckin' greatest
Clap a nigga for the love of it (For the love of it)
Piss on ya moms for the fuck of it (For the fuck of it)
If you don't fuck wit′ me, nigga, fuck you then
(If you don′t fuck wit' me, nigga, fuck you then)

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