Westside Gunn – Horses On Sunset Lyrics

Westside Gunn Horses On Sunset Lyrics

Drip drop, let the world drip drop (Ah)
Blood on your shit, let it drip dry (Griselda, ah)
They said they shot him six times (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I said you should have shot him seven, then he could have died
Holy, die holy
With your chain on
And your Rollie
They said they shot him six times (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I said you should have shot him seven, then he could have died (Doot, doot, doot, doot)
Holy

Ayo, I’m up at Horses eatin’ cornish hens (Ah)
I got the Benz parked on Sunset, sink or swim (Ah)
Pierre called in, called again
A half a mill upon my arm again
Piece to Chief Liz, I got the square shits marvelous
They say Jesus was a carpenter
I’ma shoot it up (Boom, boom, boom)
Bitches wanna know my net worth
You can Google those
They still low by a few digits, I got stupid dough
If he get put, put this in your pussy hole
My crack pack sweatin’ like peaches (Peaches)
I’m on the dance floor tense, 10s got creases
Yours not looking less with y’all sneakers (Sneakers)
I want Dior and Adidas
They don’t even sell Adidas back in ’04
Carry them and strut like she a diva
Seen her last week
She smoked the teeth out her and GG, it came through
Tried to set the title to IKEA (Ah)
She want a nine-hundred, meet me by the cleaners (Brr)

Drip drop, let the world drip drop (Ah)
Blood on your shit, let it drip dry (Ah)
They said they shot him six times (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I said you should have shot him seven, then he could have died
Holy, die holy
With your chain on
And your Rollie
They said they shot him six times (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I said you should have shot him seven, then he could have died (Doot, doot, doot, doot)
Holy

The picture of Marilyn Monroe, arguably one of the most iconic pictures of the twentieth century
Where should we start this?
One hundred million, at one hundred million
At one hundred ten million
One hundred ten million
One twenty
At a hundred and twenty million, the gentleman bid here
One hundred thirty million
At one hundred and thirty million
Adrien, you have it
One hundred forty million
One hundred and forty five, I’ll take
One hundred and fifty million
One hundred and sixty million
The Marilyn at one hundred and sixty million
Here it is at one hundred and seventy million dollars
One seventy is bid
And selling
Here it is and the gentleman’s bid, ladies, gentlemen
At one hundred and seventy million for the Warhol
Is selling here
One hundred and seventy million dollars

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  • Written by: Westside Gunn
  • Album: Peace “Fly” God
  • Released: 2022