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Mr. T

de Westside Gunn

Brr!
Ayo, ayo

Nike MAGs glow when I tip toe
Fuck you mean I been dope?
Half my shooters sniff coke
With no aim, you better get low
Tackma lettermans with a TEC in it
Feed fuck niggas rope, don't put ya neck in it
Got my troops in Off-White boots
Pulled up, I had my foot hangin' out the coupe
Off-White flannel lookin' like a lumberjack
With the 30 poppin', you don't want none of that
Dsquared apron over these squares
Ronnie Fieg, I need size 9 in every pair
Do a nigga filthy for the right price
Dom Pérignon, the lobster and fried rice

One brick, one brick
All I need is one brick

Ayo, drive-bys out of Teslas
Scrape the pots for the extras
Bodies dropping on the regular
Run laps around these other rap niggas for fun
At Fashion week with the M1, y'all niggas bums
Killer designer, a serial killer
Niggas thought I was just rhymin' iller
Then I pulled out the stick, run ya jewels, run the money
He tried to run and hopped the fence
Tore his back up like Junior nigga
Filthy rich, wash my sins with Ace
Allahu Akbar, all this work is flake
I'ma be fly forever if the stove work
She sniffin' so much molly, that bitch nose hurt
I was on the path, getting money on the ave
Fiends Milly Rock, they seeing that my work glass
If shit slow up, I'ma look prettier in a mask
The cracks in the chip bag, the MAC by the trash
The 45 look big on his forehead
Shot him more times, left that nigga more dead

One brick, one brick
All I need is one brick

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