Letra de ' EGYPT (remix) (feat. Doechii) ' de Westside Gunn

One-hundred percent
You know, recently I've been into a lot of MF DOOM (okay)
Rest in peace (yup)
I've been into a lot of MF DOOM, um
Westside Gunn (mhm), love him, he's so talented (super)
So incredible
Ayo
Brrt, ayo (Griselda by Fashion Rebels)
Ayo

I was just chillin', but the tennis still dancin' (ah)
Shai dropped forty, I was courtside, handsome (ah)
Forty tucked on me, scorpions on the visit (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Fiend ain't have it, hit they moms for the ransom (ah)
I need fifty, had to do a demo on camera (woop)
Hit the brick with the Psycho cutter like Ciampa (mm)
Don't watch close, Chloe never seen a hamper (uh-uh)
FLYGOD Jr. Had cracks in his Pamper (ah)
I'm that fuckin' nigga, you know it
Balenciaga socks, sweatshirt with the blower (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Two-tone Virgil on the curb by the MoMA (skrrt)
Daytona wristes, taste too exquisite (ah)
Saint Laurent pictures, my bitch mind her business (ah)
Glock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom (woop)
Stripes on the ceilin', this a Thom Browne kitchen (whip)
Thirty-six opps outside the projects itchin' (ah)
Niggas prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin' (fuck these niggas, lord)
They never had 'Paris' written on the dishes (uh-uh)
They never had the Cullinan near the trenches (uh-uh)
East side nigga, I'm a cocaine wizard (whip)
Just sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket (mm)
A dollar short, your nan at the door like: Who is it? (Bing)
I'm that fuckin' nigga, yeah, I'm on my own dick
Ritz-Carlton Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick (ah)

Grrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Roberto Cavalli, see the nipples through my shirt (uh)
My Daisy Dukes prolly drag a nigga through the dirt (uh)
Snuck up on his mama, hit the nigga where it hurts
Smith Wess' on the Glock, double C's on the purse (grrt)
Embroidered bed sheets, five-hundred thread count (count)
Almost choked on my grills tryna eat the lamb chop
Swallowed two pills, hid the Grammy in my titties (boom)
Took a PJ to see Westside's city (ack)
Literally swamp, bitch niggas can't book me (oh)
Came up out the mud same color as a tootsie (oh)
You ain't a boss, you's a pussy (pussy)
I done snuck up to the top 'cause they mistook me as a rookie (boo-boom)
And I'm that fuckin' bitch and you know it (I'm that fuckin' bitch)
Westside Gunn, swamp princess, ho it's
Never been done, this clean, this crisp
Label heads feening in the meeks, snowing like it's Christmas
(Nigga, keep cool, Griselda got .22s)
(Ain't talkin' 'bout ballet, my niggas on point, shoot)

I just feel like, I just feel like the underdog (mmm)
Feel like the underdog and I just feel like: Stop playin' with me