Letra de Horses On Sunset - Westside Gunn

(Feat. Stove God Cooks)

Brra

Brra

Drip dry, let the work drip drop (Ah)

Blood on your shirt, let it drip dry (Griselda, ah)

They said they shot him six times (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

I said you should've shot him seven, then he could've 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've shot him seven, then he could have died (Doo, doo, doo, doo)

Holy

Ayo, I'm up at Horses eatin' cornish hens (Ah)

I got the Benz parked on Sunset, sink or swim (Ah)

Pierre Cardin cardigan

A half a mil' upon my arm again

Peace to Chef Liz, I got the square, shit's marvelous

They say Jesus was a carpenter

I'ma shooter though (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 we get pulled, put this in your pussy hole

My crack bags sweatin' like peaches (Peaches)

I'm on the dance floor, tans got creases

CO's not looking, let's switch off sneakers (Sneakers)

I'm on the yard in Adidas, they don't even sell Adidas

Back in '04, Carrie used to strut like she a diva

Seen her last week

She smoked her teeth out, her and G and G had came through

Tried to set a title to a KIA (Ah)

She wanted nine-hundred, meet me by the cleaners (Brra)

Drip dry, let the work drip dry (Ah)

Blood on your shirt, let it drip dry (Ah)

They said they shot him six times (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

I said you should've 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've shot him seven, then he could have died (Doo, doo, doo, doo)

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's bid here

One hundred thirty million

At one hundred and thirty million

Adrien, you have it at one hundred forty million

At one hundred and forty five, I'll take

One hundred and fifty million (One hundred and sixty)

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 and gentlemen

At one hundred and seventy million for the Warhol is selling here

One hundred and seventy million dollars

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