Boswell Songtext

Westside Gunn

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Boswell Songtext
Yeah, baby
Uh, yeah, uh
You don't get nip on the plump for me
You want the pop, pop, you get shunned for free (Bow)
Palomo, conmigo no (Toma)
I been telling y'all motherfuckers, man (I've been)
Niggas been telling y'all motherfuckers, man
But y'all don't wanna be a witness, man
Y'all infidels
And I'm the greatest
Uh-huh, ayo

360 vision, I'm smoker
Semi-souls are/Sosa making light skin
Add the mix and refine coca
Design, sculpture (Build it)
Acetone, Nicaragua, non-smoker
Rhyme, do-be-oh
Super Saiyan, time ultra
Sprint across the finish, I'll be closer
Death squad, a fiat aligned with Soulja Show
Crack, mami chocho
Critical, crack is composure
That's another headshot just for closure
Finito, it's over
No abulto, but quick to drop a bitch like a savage
It's ass back, fuck around, you get last tapped
Nasdaq numbers, SANABA hustling, fast track (Movie)
You ass backwards, a dick and you get half tapped
My man got a 'Tega like 50K in his backpack
Let him pill, mellow yellow, them blueberry pill (Oh, yeah)
Ain't no attitude, I be very chill (I'm cool)
Still throw your baby mother off a Ferris wheel
Forty five still, better still (Yeah)
The single damn fucker, this heaven will
Drug game, bust a 7-11 drill
Begging and stealing shit might get him killed (Word)
Enemies headed for the hills
Taking Ls like Benadryl, son
For real, son
You can't fuck with the gods

Toma
This shit's for you ,uh-huh
For real though
Toma, Nack, Nack
(Super Flygod)

Ayo, my sock and he's glowing
Fiends copping and going
Bagging in a Louis skid suit like it's snowing
Nigga took a sniff, ripped his shirt like he hoagin'
Sales popped a 6-6 from three, he was poked up
Blew a kiss at the CEO like I'm gold dust (Woo)
Always us, I don't even know what he thrown up
Coughing up blood, meet the legend of Big Dump
Red glory gloves, mixed match with a big clump
Having powwows, each one gon' teach one
I don't know Spanish, but for work I'ma speak some
Devil tryna change God, play tryna tweet some (Woo)
I was on the grind, Saint Sakai for a week plus
I was on the grind, Cavalli mask and a G pump
Ocean 44 in Scottsdale tryna eat lunch
25 Ferrari truck, jumping from ski bus
Ever since 'Pray For Paris', niggas can't keep up
Nigga dropped a brick on the floor, had to sweep up
Murakami LV, case from my teacup, woah

Ah, ah, ah
See no evil, third eye covered, but I hear him call me
Wicked ways for the cash, still the demons haunt me (They do)
Even Victor off his laugh, with a kilo on me
If I wasn't rapping, I'd be cooking in your bitch apartment (I swear)
You think she raw, we still treat her like she stepped on me
You know the cocaine lexicon is extra long (They can't fuck with)
They throwing rocks at the sky, they hear they got a lot to say
But it's quiet when I pull up, I'm the Tesla guy
We dying to crash out, the airbags Louis Vuitton
Before I landed, boy, that shit wasn't doing the job
You know that Scorpion put air in the tires
You couldn't open the locks, we brought the money power
You know the key to life, I still have Adidas nights
Why I can't let the yay go, you know, I still end up deep in white
My mama told me not to touch the stove, she was right (Sorry, mama)
I was a grand wizard, glass pop blizzard (Woo)
Marnie Bigfoot on the pedal, speed the Benz up (Woo)
So much blow in these coke wings, shit lift me up
Yeah, them broke niggas envious, keep them over there
Shit, I just had to leave em (Woo)
These niggas wanna be me bad (Yeah)
Talk like me, walk like me, cook like me, look like me
Raise like me, coke white and yacht, through the foggy water
Waves like me, I don't even need a boat, hop out and walk on the water
My plug stuck at the border, how I'm supposed to get the order
10k for the court seats and I only stayed for a quarter