Letra de Julia Lang (Album Version) - Westside Gunn

(Feat. Trap-A-Holics)

Trap-A-Holics mixtapes

Alvin, good morning

Yo, I slept for 12 hours straight, I needed it

I'm still tired, now I have like the busiest week ahead

You know what I just noticed, what is so beautiful?

My birthday's on Friday, but when the album comes out

Side B, it's basically my birthday midnight

So, I'm just so grateful for everything

And then when Plan B hits with the Julia Lang song

Exactly on my birthday at midnight, it's a blessing

I hope you're good, I hope you got some rest

And thank you for everything again

I had like a very memorable time

So I did Atlanta for the first time with you

I did Buffalo for the first time with you

You did Paris for the first time, not with me but I was there

So, let's get the list going

Love you, bye

Me and Julia Lang whippin' 'caine with a hanger (Whip)

Sellin' dope like '94, I'm talkin' bakin' with a pager (Ah)

Talkin' nice, talkin' hash shit with the same bitch talkin' nice

I'm talkin' George Condo paintings, TEC ten, started sprayin' shit (Brr, brr, brr)

Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit

Brr, ayo

Doot, doot, brr

Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot

Damn, son, where'd you find this?

Ayo, my Yeezys lookin' like moon boots (My Yeezys lookin' like moon boots)

My man killed my other man, it's a lose-lose (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Stick swingin', dumpin' out the moon roof (Skrrt, stick swingin', hangin' out the moon roof, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

Do 'em dirty, eatin' wham-wham and zoom-zooms (Trap-A-Holics)

Yo, me and Julia Lang whippin' 'caine with a hanger (Whip)

Sellin' dope like '94, I'm talkin' bakin' with a pager (Ah)

Talkin' nice, talkin' hash shit with the same bitch talkin' nice

I'm talkin' George Condo paintings, TEC ten, started sprayin' shit (Brr, brr, brr, real trap shit)

Contemplatin' breakin' down a whole, dumpin', divvy loads (Ah)

Don't pillow talk to ho's, I'm up in Nieman's talkin' dope to stoves

Bathing Ape, OVO, Prada buttoned down to my kneecaps

I sold my first square, this shit touched my soul

Listen here, Gianni kitchenware, wrap my bricks in here (Ah)

Vision clear, sell a million bricks, I'll be a billionaire (Ah)

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