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• Artiste: Westside Gunn
• Titre: Heel Cena
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Say it Super FLYGOD Okay, keep sayin' it Super FLYGOD, Super FLYGOD Super FLYGOD Ayo, hit about four, five, wrong niggas, my bad (Grrt, grrt, grrt) Bulletproof Jag', wide pick up on the bypass (Skrrt) Dunk red cocaine guts hit my tags (Skrrt) Asa and AJ in the back playin' Minecraft (Ah) If I come through, spray a nigga, yo, my pen meaner (Grrt) White bricks, sniffed it one time, turned to Heel Cena Sly just hit a low, y'all said that shit sweeter Catch me low, Goyard socks in my own sneakers Free Sly, free Kutter (Grrt, FLYGOD) Ayo, I been ahead of my time, you blinded by the sample Dominican blow out, the bitches love my dimple (Woo) Niggas stuck in a TEC-10 whistle (Grrt, grrt) My homie got shot five times, he said it tickled (Ah) Go and walk out the Rosa, let the French door hit you You been dead, then about four more hit you (Boom, boom, boom, boom) My man just robbed my other man, I'm in a pickle (Ah) The work good, but the price high, I need to wiggle (Woo) They thought it was some iceberg shit, but it was bimbo (Uh-uh) The Enzo got Kenzo seats, word to me (Ah) Worthy hands off program, we teachin' the youth '26 coupe, move with no roof, I let the bitch choose (Skrrt) Threw him off the rainbow bridge, now he fish food (Ah) Told the plug with my chest out, "I got big moves" (Woo) Ain't nobody out here's fuckin' with y'all (Uh-uh) Ain't nobody out here's fuckin' with us, you better thank me New pump lanky, I call it Wemby (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Bare smokin' like Ike and B Jeezy back at Eye Chitty's spot Spot Hogan leg drop, quarter block, better not (Woo) Be sure to rock, on dogs like BoriRock (On Dogz) The clouds gettin' lower No Met Gala invite 'cause they know everywhere I go, I keep the blower (Uh-uh, boom, boom, boom, boom) Mixed Martine with the Mowalola, soul controller (Ah) Too much of this might overdose you (Woo) Brown stones in the Black Jesus I threw up Carbone, pickin' up the pieces (Pickin' up the pieces) Used to play the dancefloor, creases had greases My locker had a locker, my genes all genius (Pickin' up the pieces)