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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn
Vocals
Stove God Cooks
Stove God Cooks
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Cooks
Aaron Cooks
Songwriter
Otis Jackson Jr
Otis Jackson Jr
Composer
Eliot Dubock
Eliot Dubock
Composer
Alvin Worthy
Alvin Worthy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Madlib
Madlib
Producer
Beat Butcha
Beat Butcha
Producer
Elijah Hooks
Elijah Hooks
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Brra Brra Drip dry, let the work drip drop (ah) Blood on your shirt, let it drip dry (Griselda, ah) They said they shot him six times (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) I said you should've shot him seven, then he could've died Holy, die holy With your chain on And your Rollie They said they shot him six times (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) I said you should've shot him seven, then he could have died (doo, doo, doo, doo) Holy Ayo, I'm up at Horses eatin' cornish hens (ah) I got the Benz parked on Sunset, sink or swim (ah) Pierre Cardin cardigan A half a mil' upon my arm again Peace to Chef Liz, I got the square, shit's marvelous They say Jesus was a carpenter I'ma shooter though (boom, boom, boom) Bitches wanna know my net worth, you can Google those They still low by a few digits, I got stupid dough If we get pulled, put this in your pussy hole My crack bags sweatin' like peaches (peaches) I'm on the dance floor, tans got creases CO's not looking, let's switch off sneakers (sneakers) I'm on the yard in Adidas, they don't even sell Adidas Back in '04, Carrie used to strut like she a diva Seen her last week She smoked her teeth out, her and G and G had came through Tried to set a title to a KIA (ah) She wanted nine-hundred, meet me by the cleaners (brra) Drip dry, let the work drip dry (ah) Blood on your shirt, let it drip dry (ah) They said they shot him six times (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) I said you should've shot him seven, then he could have died Holy, die holy With your chain on And your Rollie They said they shot him six times (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) I said you should've shot him seven, then he could have died (doo, doo, doo, doo) Holy The picture of Marilyn Monroe, arguably one of the most iconic pictures of the 20th century Where should we start this? One hundred million, at one hundred million At one hundred ten million One hundred ten million One twenty At a hundred and twenty million, the gentleman's bid here One hundred thirty million At one hundred and thirty million Adrien, you have it at one hundred forty million At one hundred and forty five, I'll take One hundred and fifty million (one hundred and sixty) One hundred and sixty million The Marilyn at one hundred and sixty million Here it is at one hundred and seventy million dollars One seventy is bid And selling Here it is and the gentleman's bid, ladies and gentlemen At one hundred and seventy million for the Warhol is selling here One hundred and seventy million dollars
Writer(s): Eliot Peter Phillip Dubock, Alvin Worthy, Otis Jackson Jr., Aaron Cooks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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