Name: Salute (Feat. Westside Gunn & Styles P)
Duration: 4 min 33 s
Description: Слушайте песню Salute (Feat. Westside Gunn & Styles P) - Russ, Westside Gunn, Styles P онлайн с альбома CHOMP 2 в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:33. Год выхода - 2021

CHOMP 2

Russ

Sheep

Ransom

Blue Chip (Feat. Ransom)

Papoose

Bucket Hat Low (Feat. Papoose)

The Game

Nothin New

Jadakiss

Faith

Snoop Dogg

DJ Premier

Big K. R. I. T.

Free (Feat. Big K.R.I.T., Snoop Dogg & DJ Premier)

Jay Electronica

Top Of The World (Feat. Jay Electronica)

Hit Boy

Big Sean

Joey Bada$$

Wale

Note To Self (Feat. Big Sean, Wale, Joey Bada$$ & Hitboy)

Hustler Freestyle

Conway The Machine

Ghostface Killah

Distance (Feat. Ghostface Killah & Conway the Machine)

CyHi

Lloyd Banks

Get It (Feat. CyHi The Prynce & Lloyd Banks)

Mozzy

Enjoy The View

Westside Gunn

Styles P

Salute (Feat. Westside Gunn & Styles P)

Unknown

The sun is beamin' down, I'm wrapped up in the light

May never be fulfilled 'cause with the mill' comes the appetite

Vanna White, I make a fortune, y'all just tappin' on the screens

She askin' me if I'm a player, 'bout to draft her on the team

I gathered steam from my shattered dreams and let it propel me

I got the juice like Martinelli, my success has been stealthy

Under the radar, stay out the graveyard, my mama prays hard

I was in Brazil and women treated me like Neymar

Rockstar, Sammy Hagar, good neighbor like State Farm

So people go to war for me like Braveheart

I told the pilot, "Keep the plane parked", we out celebratin' (yeah)

My shows are spiritual, you'll think the crowd's levitatin' (yeah)

I'm still acceleratin', this ain't my top speed

I feel like the one, I can't be worried 'bout top threes

You swimmin' in calm seas, good luck when it gets rough

I swam through the storms and now the waves don't affect much

They mad I stay blessed up (yeah) they'd rather me messed up (yeah)

They tryna stop my movement but it's you who's gon' get stuck (haha)

Pumpin' poison to the people, I remain immune

Homies carry sticks like they playin' pool, they play it cool, you never know (be cool)

You better grow 'em first, keep your soul nourished

They always got the phones out, tell 'em, "No tourists" (weirdos)

I told my mama, "Go purchase anything you desire"

Another million dollar wire, in the midst of the fire

The sharpest steel gets made and I'm immersed in the flames

People cursin' my name, the person that I became

Is someone who can get burnt but not be hurt by the pain

But I ain't gon' lie to you, man, at first it was strange

I yearn for the rain, somethin' to reverse or restore

'Til I embraced it and flipped it, now it can't hurt me no more, yeah

Look how they salutin' me (salute, salute)

Whether it's this side, over there it's that side

Look how they salutin' me (salute, salute, FLYGOD)

Ayo, my heart's chrome, I dropped a .9 on my i-stove

Made it a half a gram, sure can't decide though (boom-boom, boom-boom)

Palm Angels was fallin' out the sky, one said, "Peace Allah"

Ronnie Fieg up the leg, the Johnny Dang's lookin' like Winnipeg

Cocaine pots were misbehavin' like a ceilin' fan

Spillin' Vueve-y, let's make a movie, bitch

Go to JJ's, get a two piece, I'm tryna do me

Touch the two-seater, you never seen one (skrr)

Just bought a new house, new whip and a machine gun (grrrrrttt)

Sittin' in a cell like "Nigga gon' be somethin'" (ah)

We doin' walk-ups, no drive-bys today (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)

Eddie V's jumbo shrimp and filet (and filet)

Catch a nigga for his jewels on his worst of days

Niggas came back with some big shit, that shit spray (grr, grrt, grrtt)

"Ayo, West, why your neck look like that?" Corduroy toys

What's the math on the balance is miraculous

Seventeen karats at my ears, what's gold? Your shit's embarassin'

Look how they salutin' me (salute, salute, let's go, Russ)

Whether it's this side, over there it's that side (SP the Ghost, D-Block, yeah)

Yeah, kickin' on the mic', Mr. Wicked on the mic (Wicked)

It's a undisputed fact, I ain't slippin' on the ice

I can be in a snowstorm and feel hot (hot)

Yeah, I'm healthy but I'm the sickest in the site (sickest)

Blicker and a knife, and some Nikes, and some weed I can light

'Long with Russ, beat came from from 9th (9th)

Told 'em I'm the tenth wonder, maybe the first (I just maybe)

I could kill 'em with a thought or maybe a verse

Got the handgun, homie, but it ain't in a purse

Not a man bag, thought your man had your back

Then he sold me, split up your front, have it last, ha

Just ran through New York like L.A. next (that's next)

No Ghostbuster, not even with a plasma gas (uh-huh)

This a code red, I am a old head (I'm a old head)

Get popped by a skinny chick ridin' in moped (get popped)

That stick-up kid, dare you throw bread in the air (I did)

Be honest, you know I got a brain for war

But I'm cool now (I'm cool) 'cause I got chains, the stores

Yeah, and we movin' health in the hood (we movin' health)

You salute or you gon' need help in your hood (let's go)

Слушайте песню Salute (Feat. Westside Gunn & Styles P) - Russ, Westside Gunn, Styles P онлайн с альбома CHOMP 2 в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:33. Год выхода - 2021

Salute (Feat. Westside Gunn & Styles P)

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