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"Dear Winter Bloody Fiegs" is a track by Westside Gunn, from the album Hitler Wears Hermes 3, released 7th November 2014. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Part 1: Dear Winter] [Intro] (Ayo, these niggas can't keep up, man) Dear Winter Can't wait to see you again Hitler Wears Hermès 3 Rest in peace Machine Gun Black Ayo [Chorus] My man just came home from doing twenty flat He already back to selling crack He looked at me and said "this all that he know" Rocking Sasquatchfabrix from head to toe The cloth we was cut from it's still loyalty Twelve gold slugs, Chanel mask, you know it's me (I'll blow your fucking head off, yo...) (Brrrrrr) Yo, twelve gold slugs, Chanel mask, you know it's me [Verse] Yo, fly as a pelican, benevolent Drug money infectious, we whipping up extras My man got killed for two pounds of ["MID"] My kicks cost that, it hurt for me to see his kids I'm from a city where everybody got ten bodies Burberry trench covering the chopped shottie Niggas had buck shots in every part of 'em Yeah, they might be fly now but I fathered them Call for neighbor dealers carving bricks Low top Margiela's looking marvelous Style was crystal foul, fountains of Ace Leave 'em shot floating in it like Scarface (Brrrrrrrrt) You broke my heart when you killed Frank (Remember when Tony shot Pussy on the boats, yo?) Ayo, you broke my heart when you killed Frank (Seemed like yesterday I was running guns) Ayo, Sly still got four lives left Full length Mink to the Nike checks Ricardo, lemon squeeze, fifty shot TEC Shot fourty five hanging out the Murciélago Praying for tomorrow A lot of niggas never seen eighteen My young boy favorite color state green Thirty years on the triple beam Broke the slot machines out in Medellín [Chorus] My man just came home from doing twenty flat He already back to selling crack He look at me and said "this all that he know" Rocking Sasquatchfabrix from head to toe The cloth we was cut from is still loyalty Twelve gold slugs, Chanel mask, you know it's me (I don't give a fuck who you is, man, you ain't fucking with me, yo) Twelve gold slugs, Chanel mask, you know it's me [Part 2: Bloody Fiegs] [Intro: Kanye West & Westside Gunn] "I am Warhol. I am the No. 1 most impactful artist of our generation. I am Shakespeare in the flesh. Walt Disney, Nike, Google -- now who's going to be the Medici family and stand up and let me create more, or do you want to marginalize me until I'm out of my moment?" I'm sniffing gun powder (Sniff, sniff) [Verse] Ayo, one rack be yola The Bathing Ape Coca Cola Dropped a tear when Ghost shot Roller Spikes on the camouflage loafers Lord everything kosher Shot a hundred rounds, the whole hood woke up (Brrrrrrrrrrrrrt) Kick in the door for the raw Shoot your baby mother in the forehead Started off with a double up Buck fifty your kids, they face will bubble up Nigga, ain't nobody safe Rose gold R8, who wanna race me? (Skrrrrrrrrrrrt) We'll be rich forever If the dog food tasty, I'm Azie MCM bucket in the Mulsanne No jump shots so we off king Joakim Noah when I post up Leave his body freezing like a cold cut Machine got killed, it had me fucked up I ain't been the same since, "let me sniff" (Sniff) I was shackled on that bus taking trips You broke niggas get a bottle and take midget sips Give me a case of everything The triple beam like a wedding ring
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