Spanish Jesus

Westside Gunn & CRIMEAPPLE - Rap, New York Rap
Spanish Jesus
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Duration: 2:46
Lyrics
[Intro: CRIMEAPPLE] La música de Harry Fraud Woah, esto si es un peligro, woah [Verse 1: CRIMEAPPLE] I'm stuffing chavo in my pantalones Mami nervous, 'fore I leave, she holler, "Bendiciones" This just made my rate double like the fuckin' chorus (Woah) Hard to ignore this, dog, my aura never looking porous I said a prayer for every smoker twitchin' 'Cause what good is faith when there's no intention? (Woah) I turned my dirty kitchen into pole position Brother betrayed me, I guess we goin' fishin' (I guess) Condescending Fed reachin', look like John Turturro And I still counted sheep like the Census Bureau Demonic stallions with the fatty said I oughta wife it Instead it's Ubers, Lyfts and taxis when I get the vice grip Where the fuck was you when everything was looking frightening? (Huh?) I only had a bottom bitch who never burn the rices Now my ambition is indifference to any prices (Toma) While maintaining recognition that my time is priceless (Toma) Made my soul comfy, found a new balance Rather let karma kill you, I don't do malice (Nah) Focused on the paper, put a pencil to it Wallet getting chubby like Botero drew it (Woah) Mastering my craft, help me stack the cheese So I stay away from rats who fold like the back of knees (Woah) You just make sure that the package clean Or meet a couple knuckleheads who all pack Febreze (Woah) [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Ayo, the black Jesus speakin', turned one brick to two Fiends tweaking, high tops from a Yeezy Season Please believe I'm on a Yves Saint diet Baggin' raw was the science, three of 'em just died If they want it, let 'em buy it, up at Barney's, caused a riot Jewelry on me, bullets flying, got my niggas in confinement Took a oath for all the silence, few wrinkles, get the iron Know his mama house, let's fry it Should be pitchin' for the Bisons (Grr) Grisel' patches on the New Era's Sportin' new Vera up in MoMA, drive-bys, money-blue Carreras (Skrr) You can never sink my ship Rawest fish, my white bitch like to sniff off my dick Made a wish, free Sly, free Ike Free Irie, free Black, free Mike, free C's I barely sleep at night (Free my niggas) I keep it on me every day even when I pray-ay (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
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Credits
- Writers
- Harry Fraud
- Westside Gunn
- CRIMEAPPLE