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"Ringside Rocking Furs" is a track by Westside Gunn, from the album Hitler Wears Hermes 4, released 31st October 2016. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Tiona Deniece] Flygod, Flygod, Flygod Flygod, Flygod, Flygod Flygod, Flygod, Flygod [Verse: Westside Gunn] FUKK, brrr, boom boom boom boom boom boom... Ayo, ayo, yo, ayo You know how I do, kicks Christian Pugh Left wrist tryna make it two (Whip) Run the water, lick the plate Craig Green rockin' niggas baggin' extra weight (Weight) Ahead of my time, came back the second day I'm on tour with the 'caine Big poncho in the rain He shot up so much the nigga couldn't buy a vein Pitcher like Fernandez 22 Tech Donna Leng peg leg Went to war rocking 424 The rich getting richer, the poor getting poorer Yeah, you can't ignore us (Uhuh) The M16 on the tour bus (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot) Highway to Hell, we took the shortcut (Skrrr) Lost Chine Gun, I went short bus Yo, yo, we flyer My unc in Kingston need a wire Ayo, I'm on fire These BB Sperrys you couldn't tie up (Uhuh) Yeah, come try us My shooter doing bad, he might kill you for a thousand bucks (Brrr, brrr, brrr) I'm from the grimiest Slept in them cells, I mean the tiniest Now these labels wanna fly me in My bitch ass fat, waist the tiniest (Haha, woo!) Two tone Maybach you might find me in Money, I need it ASAP No Rocky, no Ferg I'm talking Basquiat's at ringside rocking furs Mulsanne on my mama curb (Skrrr) Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah [Outro: Keisha Plum] Pretty poetic genius with the pen Kill you maricóns again Hugs the skies as disguises High fives and 25-to-lifers Shot in the neck, ran in slow-mo Like Peter Luger, very 7-uno-6 Drop your big mama off in Lake Erie with a cement brick Put one up in the air for the hood Maya Angelou I even cried tears of honey Over that drug money Blood money Connect the flow [Outro] - Ay, my niggas out there, boy - Yeah, baby? - Yeah, they out there - Let's go, but I want you first - I just wanna ride by, and-and-and make sure, that the nigga out there, it ain't no children or no shit like that that can [?] in that boy, I got him, for a nigga, man, don't put that shit on him like that, and-and - Exactly - Yeah, they gon' give about a fucked up, man, the whole hood, it ain't my fault though I got to handle it, because I should've gave the nigga the phone, you know, I just was testin' them out, you know, I didn't bring them all out, I just brought two out - Exactly - And I just killed one and got them, you know, even for they own partner, they were close to me, but these fuck niggas goin' around doin' their young dumb shit, and I did that shit right there, man, and got the whole move - Yeah, fucked them niggas up, boy - Yeah, baby, appreciate you-yeah, yeah, baby, is you gon' ride by? And then you gon' let me out like on a side street or somethin', not sure, at a park, I finna wet them nigga ass up, boy
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