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Westside Gunn - Super Kick Party (Lyrics)

[?] as soon as we're born, we are dying
(Conductor, Conductor, we have a problem)
Ayo, ayo

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Westside Gunn - Super Kick Party (Lyrics)

[?] as soon as we're born, we are dying
(Conductor, Conductor, we have a problem)
Ayo, ayo

[Verse]
Who that bitch right there with the fatty?
How you in the hood with your jewels and no ratchet? (Ah)
Anybody say that they ill, I surpass thee
We run the streets and jail, we some athletes
F6 elephant drum out the backseat (Brr)
Actually, make it a headshot, it's that deep (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Pateks over the [?]
Hobo bags draggin' through Maxfield, you lack still


The Glock or the MAC wheel? (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
[?] slippers, makin' a crack deal
Judge wanna send me up the hill, like Jack, Jill (Ah)
Catch your life truly up, we dance with pants
White bricks off of Louis scarfs
Mossberg in the [?], lookin' like movie stars
My starter lineup got five shooting guards
You fuck niggas is mulignans (Brr)
Price down [?]
Pucci overalls look like scars on a lifer (Ah)
Breakdancin' in the mess hall, put the knives up (Ah)
Where CO Kennedy at?
I might wife her, hold hands on the rec yard, I'll be home soon
Came through, stretch 911 off the showroom (Skrrt)


Soundin' like Chucky up in Sachs, I got dope moves
Wipin' bricks off the same stove we cook soul food (Woo)
Rockin' all Maison, gracious, beloved by the freebasers [?]
You back in the hood, how your name in them statements? (Ah)
Dippidy-doo-dah, your brains on the pavement (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Nine in the shoebox, the Ronnie Fieg Asics (Woo)
Bitches sendin' tongue emojis, wanna taste it (Woo)
My Double R got Tom Ford drapes (Woo)
Your man used to rock figaro chain and Movado (Uh-huh)
Now it's Hublots, suntans from Cabo
Focus on luke hoes, squares in the Tahoe
We make it these three thousand miles, we be Rallo
Redbone bitch pussy fat, look like Latto (Ah, woo)
Scores in a McQueen button-up, I look like Pablo (Ah)


West lane, Mike Amiri, thirty-four Flacko's
I don't know who did the shit, so I shot both (Boom, boom, boom)

[Outro]
(Conductor, we have a problem)
(Damn, Conductor, where'd you find this?)