BAVETTES Lyrics by Westside Gunn
Michelle Records
Michelle Records
Ay yo
Ay yo, the Mac 3 Jones
Clay board wagon with the Paul and Enchose 44 Bulldogs, proudly she’s on the stove
My mindset covered in rose gold
Bruce Wayne row rows, Two-Face Frank factory nose
Two days later I rose
20 chains on MS road
Alligator sandal toes out with the gel pose
Guess what?
Cutter coming home
Skybox or glass to bean bag crawl playing up playing jazz
Move wrong, I’m a do your ass
Throw the ash wrist, Cartier glass in the mattress, don’t sleep in it
Emerald back fish bowl so you can see me in it
Just me and my gun, we look like Tyson and Robert Givens
Feeling like Bishop at three shot old man Quillis
You know I put the town on already, right?
You know soon as you cut the plastic open, you can smell it, right?
You know my name heavy, right?
Kelly Price, you know I dropped that weight too
You know I sold that Betty White
You know all the girl I had was golden
Spent a lot of nights cooking up
Now I want that pure powder white
Shit came out the pot looking like soap
I had that guiding light
That talking at these broke n******, do don’t reach my side of life
All I told you, when it cook like that you got to notify
As many as you can, you drop it in
Watch it come alive
Watch that bitch grow legs and run around the pot until it’s tired
Trap house sold before they tap you in
I’m sagging on the line
Come inside, crack smoke got the ceiling stained
I went Willie Mays, 24 from Cali to New York
I should be Hall of Fame
The dreams they couldn’t see, I made it too real
Now they understand
Built this off a Cisco blonde brick with Drew Hill on the stand
Michelle Records
Michelle Records
