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outlander - westside gunn lyrics

[intro]
ayo, ayo (ayo, ayo)
(myles, myles, got a minute?)

[verse 1]
ayo, the illest since master p (uh)
rich off drug dealin’ actually
these n*ggas tryna act like the illest, sh*t, blasphemy
you want a kilogram with no steps? n*gga, answer me
these n*ggas won’t get out of line, it be a tragedy (brr)
y’all be gassin’ these n*ggas
lv sweats, wu dunks, baggin’ the gza (ah)
i swear i hate these rap n*ggas, word to my wisdom
seen ‘chine gun in his casket and i kissed him
hit him broad day close*up, how could i miss him? (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
i can’t wait ’til sly home, you should’ve seen us in prison
i had the all black prada jumpsuit on a mission
sh*t was just last week, i be still bullsh*ttin’ (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

[chorus]
i’m on my own d*ck
ayo, f*ck these n*ggas, lord (ayo, f*ck these n*ggas, lord)
yeah, i’m on my own d*ck (doot, doot)
y’all n*ggas can’t be f*cking serious (n*ggas can’t be f*cking serious, man)
we must not be listening to the same sh*t, man, i’m not im*f*cking*pressed at all (can’t f*ckin’ be)
i’m on my own d*ck
that n*gga trash
yeah, i’m on my own d*ck (doot, doot)
that n*gga trash (doot, doot)
that n*gga trash (doot, doot)
[verse 2]
ayo, three different colored rolls (skrr)
back*to*back with the blowers
blow like the ochoas
in the water like moses (whip)
posin’ in vetements
“rowdy” roddy piper with the headlock (ah)
hopped out the truck with mac*12, fake dreadlocks (brr)
it’s getting scary at night
bury a flight jacket, i was jesus christ in my past life
who f*ckin’ with me? name ’em
slayin’ in bottega, drainin’
slavin’ over hot stoves, took the cookie out, amen
he already rattin’ on day ten
my n*gga burnt (ah), he just did a dub in the state pen
my n*gga turnt, had a shootout with the state troopers (rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
my homie got dressed, celebrated, ate peter luger
face in lagerfeld stocking, clocking
line ’em up, i watched ’em wash ’em, every dopehead say i got it (woo)
sh*t was all manifested from a cot
i’m from the eastside, it’s not one street you can’t get shot (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

[chorus]
i’m on my own d*ck
yeah, i’m on my own d*ck
i’m on my own d*ck
yeah, i’m on my own d*ck

- westside gunn lyrics

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