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Lucha Bros (feat. Curren$y & Benny the Butcher)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn
Vocals
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
Vocals
Curren$y
Curren$y
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Alvin Worthy
Alvin Worthy
Songwriter
Jeremie Pennick
Jeremie Pennick
Songwriter
Shante Franklin
Shante Franklin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer

Lyrics

Give me my shit while I'm on the ground (brrr) I don't want no pie in the sky Ayo, fuck nigga don't come outside The new king of New York, nigga Fuck nigga don't come outside Ayo, ayo Fuck nigga don't come outside Ayo, grandma pleadin', please put the triple beam up (ah) TEC with the red beam hangin' out the Bimmer (brr, brr, brr, skrt) Steam versus Flair, how dare you try to be us "Please, West, I'ma bring her back, I need a teaser" (ah) Kicks look dirty out the box (out the box) Bitches like, "I heard he with the rock" (I heard he with the rock) Londa leg lookin' like a drop (skrt) Amiris with the bandana got a knot (got a knot) Whipped a whole extra brick, was Kenny Omega (whip) Megabus for 20, I be tryna dodge the letters (ah) Please pray for me, I ain't tryna see a stretcher (ah) Please pray for me, all week I wore Stella I swear to God, I got pulled over with the stupid load (stupid load) They ain't check the trunk though (uh-uh, they ain't check the trunk though) I flip shits like the Lucha Bros (Lucha Bros) Right out the front door (ah, right out the front door) Mexican Rey Fénix with the Lucha Brothers is the best tag team on the planet Cero miedo puto, you know baby, boom, boom, boom, boom Boom, the best in the last one, yeah, yeah Fourth rope I wish it was a government plot and not a nigga from the same block That walked down on my homie and gave him them shots It ain't safe on the set, niggas ain't thorough They see you as a threat 'cause they don't believe in they self A couple knots in my sweats, Swiss army knife Corvette The top retract like that, the street lights in my diamonds react Ignited the pack, I put a pen in the paper stack Some of us still really rap Some of us don't talk about it unless we really did that Tell me what your man did on the them streets Them hood tales ain't your own, boy You was at home when the heist went down successfully Nobody hit your phone and told you to come get your cut Boy, you's a duck, you was sittin' up You ain't never set shit up Ain't connect no dots to get no paper picked up Yet you expectin' to be big upped And to be considered as a member when real ones is in the picture My nigga, give that shit up, I skipped on that Benz truck The Cullinan was sicker, Rey Mysterio Smokin' a J on the top rope, east side hero It's sweet but it's not though, Ultimo Dragon Gold Daytons on the Chevy wagon (Skrt) Ah, the Butcher comin', nigga, ah This shit gettin' easier and easier to me It's a shame at how desperate y'all niggas becomin' Only willin' to help unless y'all benefit from it We used to didn't have enough weed to fill up the Dutches Now I'm countin' digits with hustlers, havin' business discussions We already bosses, y'all cry over petty losses Went to war with my foes, black roses in every coffin My plug made that white girl famous in every market Like Simon turned a regular chick to Kelly Clarkson Look, you gettin' game from them, it's gon' stagnate you But with the shit you learn from me, it's gon' graduate you This the shit I make her masturbate to 'Cause I'm too rich to fuck her, That's how cocky this cash'll make you Hoes say these bags made me mad ungrateful When you gettin' so much chicken That none of these bitches fascinate you You know it's real when everybody in rap debate you Since I lived it, I'm who street niggas gravitate to Yeah, rap niggas shook, all your favorites duck me Feds say it's talent, I just say you lucky You gon' die if they say you touched me Guy used to tuck in his iron but lions'll never play with monkeys Fuck what you sold, I still call it trash I did it without a deal, and I still caught a bag All my niggas went harder when them bills caught up fast Now hustlers come to my shows to get their scales autographed Nigga
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Alvin Lamar Worthy, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Shante Scott Franklin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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