1989 Lyrics BY Westside Gunn

1989 Lyrics by Westside Gunn, DJ Drama, Stove God Cooks is latest English song voiced by them, its music is given by Miguel da Plug. Brand new lyrics of 1989 song is written by Stove God Cooks, Westside Gunn.

1989 Song Detail
Song – 1989
Singer(s) – Westside Gunn, DJ Drama, Stove God Cooks
Musician(s) – Miguel da Plug
Lyricist(s) – Stove God Cooks, Westside Gunn

1989 – Westside Gunn Video

1989 Lyrics

Every other city we go
Every other ghetto
No matter where I go
I see the same folds

Ayo
We can meet at carbone
Meet me at the aria
Hundred round glock on me (Gangsta gangsta)
Look wrong I’m popping ya (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)
Three piece salvatore
Looking like the mafia
Wrist cost twenty bricks neck like a hockey puck
Hopped out the maybach (Skrrt) then did a walk up (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)
Every bad b!tch in my city I done fu*ked ’em (Ahh)
I’m the flyest shooter never seen n!gga fu*k ya
Bodybag on top of bodybag n!gga wassup? (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)
Hustler in my veins left the gang for

Central park legend cheffing in versace aprons (Whip)
Rest in peace lil b!tch I’m the shit (Ah)
Rest in peace munch having gecko for lunch
Rest in peace pete park a benz in the street (Skrrt)
Rest in peace boo got shooters on the roof (Grr)
Rest in peace joe richest n!gga in the low
Bricks got hit then stamped on it off the boat (Mmm)
I heard them n!ggas telling my n!ggas present
Hit his ass with a buckshot (Boom boom boom)
That n!gga yelling
Smiling on my mugshot (Mmm) two-time felon
Bullets went clean through (Boom boom boom)
Now we stretching

One thousand (One thousand!)
One thousand (With one thousand)
36 ounces I turned up in public houses
36 ounces rich in public houses

I might shoot the rolls royce through your block (I might shoot the rolls through your block)
I might shoot the maybach through your block (I might shoot the maybach through your block gangsta gangsta)
I might have young boy come- fu*k it (Brr baow-baow)

One thousand (Brr baow-baow-baow-baow woo)
One thousand (One thousand)
Smiling on the fed cameras (On the fed cameras)
Rest in peace well we still smiling at the fed cameras (Ha ha ha)
36 ounces (Woo)
Had my momma calling my phone like (Woo)
This shit gotta stop one day (Woo)
If ain’t no switch on it that ain’t gunplay (Brr baow-baow)
I might drop a hundred bricks on yo’ block (A hundred)
I might have a hundred shooters on yo’ block (Ha ha ha ha ha)
You know me and my n!ggas really rich do you not?

One thousand (One thousand)
One thousand
36 ounces I turned up in public houses (I turned it up)
36 ounces bricks in public houses (I turned it up)

I might shoot the rolls royce through your block (Keep going)
I might shoot the maybach through your block (Real shit)
I might have young boy come- fu*k it (Brr baow-baow)
Say a prayer for me

Gangsta grizills
And then you pray for me
Lord knows I need it
Demons on my shoulders
Demons in the streets
Demons in my sheets
If any of y’all can stop god body
Trials and tribulations only make me stronger
We built for this
N!gga we built this
We preach it to the streets forever
Legendary