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egypt (remix) - westside gunn & doechii lyrics

[intro: doechii, dj ebro, westside gunn]
one*hundred percent
you know, recently i’ve been into a lot of mf doom (okay)
rest in peace (yup)
i’ve been into a lot of mf doom, um
westside gunn (mhm), love him, he’s so talented (super)
so incredible
ayo
brrt, ayo (griselda by fashion rebels)
ayo

[verse 1: westside gunn]
i was just chillin’, but the tennis still dancin’ (ah)
shai dropped forty, i was courtside, handsome (ah)
forty tucked on me, scorpions on the visit (boom*boom*boom*boom*boom)
fiend ain’t have it, hit they moms for the ransom (ah)
“i need fifty,” had to do a demo on camera (woop)
hit the brick with the psycho cutter like ciampa (mm)
don’t watch close, chloe never seen a hamper (uh*uh)
flygod jr. had cracks in his pamper (ah)
i’m that f*ckin’ n*gga, you know it
balenciaga socks, sweatshirt with the blower (boom*boom*boom*boom*boom*boom*boom)
two*tone virgil on the curb by the moma (skrrt)
daytona wristes, taste too exquisite (ah)
saint laurent pictures, my b*tch mind her business (ah)
glock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom (woop)
stripes on the ceilin’, this a thom browne kitchen (whip)
thirty*six opps outside the projects itchin’ (ah)
n*ggas prayin’ on my downfall, they be wishin’ (f*ck these n*ggas, lord)
they never had ‘paris’ written on the dishes (uh*uh)
they never had the cullinan near the trenches (uh*uh)
east side n*gga, i’m a cocaine wizard (whip)
just sold twenty*five bricks on the cricket (mm)
a dollar short, your nan at the door like, “who is it?” (bing)
i’m that f*ckin’ n*gga, yeah, i’m on my own d*ck
ritz*carlton egypt, i’m gettin’ homesick (ah)
[verse 2: doechii]
grrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
roberto cavalli, see the nipples through my shirt (uh)
my daisy dukes prolly drag a n*gga through the dirt (uh)
snuck up on his mama, hit the n*gga where it hurts
smith wess’ on the glock, double c’s on the purse (grrt)
embroidered bed sheets, five*hundred thread count (count)
almost choked on my grills tryna eat the lamb chop
swallowed two pills, hid the grammy in my titties (boom)
took a pj to see westside’s city (ack)
literary swamp, b*tch n*ggas can’t book me (oh)
came up out the mud same color as a tootsie (oh)
you ain’t a boss, you’s a p*ssy (p*ssy)
i done snuck up to the top ’cause they mistook me as a rookie (boo*boom)
and i’m that f*ckin’ b*tch and you know it (i’m that f*ckin’ b*tch)
westside gunn, swamp princess, ho it’s
never been done, this clean, this crisp
label heads feening in the meeks, snowing like it’s christmas
(n*gga, keep cool, griselda got .22s)
(ain’t talkin’ ’bout ballet, my n*ggas on point, shoot)

[outro: doechii & dj ebro]
i just feel like, i just feel like the underdog (mmm)
feel like the underdog and i just feel like, “stop playin’ with me”

- westside gunn doechii lyrics

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