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"Julia Lang (Album Version)" is a track by Westside Gunn, from the album Hitler Wears Hermes 8: Side B, released 24th September 2021. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Julia Lang] Alvin, good morning Yo, I slept for 12 hours straight, I needed it I'm still tired, now I have like the busiest week ahead You know what I just noticed, what is so beautiful? My birthday's on Friday, but when the album comes out Side B, it's basically my birthday midnight So, I'm just so grateful for everything And then when Plan B hits, with the Julia Lang song Exactly on my birthday at midnight, it's a blessing I hope you're good, I hope you got some rest And thank you for everything again I had like a very, memorable time So I did Atlanta for the first time with you I did Buffalo for the first time with you You did Paris for the first time, not with me but I was there So, lеt's get the list going Love you, byе [Verse 1] Me and Julia Lang whippin' 'caine with a hanger (Whip) Sellin' dope like '94, I'm talkin' bakin' with a pager (Ah) Talkin' nice, talkin' hash shit with the same bitch talkin' nice I'm talkin' George Condo paintings, TEC-10, started sprayin' shit (Brr, brr, brr) [Interlude] Brr, ayo Doot, doot, brr Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot [Verse 2] Ayo, my Yeezys lookin' like moon boots (My Yeezys lookin' like moon boots) My man killed my other man, it's a lose-lose (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Stick swingin', dumpin' out the moon roof (Skrrt, stick swingin', hangin' out the moon roof, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Do 'em dirty, eatin' wham-wham and zoom-zooms Yo, me and Julia Lang whippin' 'caine with a hanger (Whip) Sellin' dope like '94, I'm talkin' bakin' with a pager (Ah) Talkin' nice, talkin' hash shit with the same bitch talkin' nice I'm talkin' George Condo paintings, TEC-10, started sprayin' shit (Brr, brr, brr) Contemplatin' breakin' down a whole, dumpin', divvy loads (Ah) Don't pillow talk to hoes, I'm up in Nieman's talkin' dope to stoves Bathing Ape, OVO, Prada buttoned down to my kneecaps I sold my first square, this shit touched my soul Listen here, Gianni kitchenware, wrap my bricks in here (Ah) Vision clear, sell a million bricks, I'll be a billionaire (Ah)
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