Westside Gunn – DunnHill Ft. Rick Ross

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  • Song Name: DunnHill
  • Artist Name: Westside Gunn
  • Fetauring: Rick Ross
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Talented and sensational artist “Westside Gunn” came through with this outstanding single track titled “DunnHill ” which is obtainable for free and Fast Mp3 download here at Nobadsong. It was officially released as the single from debut studio album, .

In this project, Westside Gunn works with Rick Ross who really contributed to this music project with cool verses.

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Westside Gunn – DunnHill Ft. Rick Ross Lyrics

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, I'm at the Intercontinental, baggin' up
Talk about your North Fly, nigga, bitch is you dumb?
Dunnhill, apen out and put a one on the one
Mini Tech on the lap, that's a gun on a
Back to back roaches with the top soft
Poppy steak schnitzel with some hot sauce
Vic Van Ruff on the sawed-off
These niggas prayin' on my downfall
Nigga, grab the blush, blow him off (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Everybody hit him, that's the protocol (Ahh)
Hotel cars, eatin' shrimp like a boss (Ahh)
Nigga, rock a bus, tow a 40-carter car (Ahh)
Bitch thought she coming home with me, I'm a star (I'm a star)
Little Hoshimoto, bitch, I fucked in the jar (Ahh)
Two-fifty, easy on her arm, pick her arm (Mmm)
East side nigga, I can bag Nia Long (Mmm)
Roof at the view, you see the view of Milan (Ahh)
I've been pissin' Dom all week, I'm a don (Mmm)
Sean Don, yeah, yeah, spot him just don (Ahh)
Sippin' 99 fried rice with some prawns (Ahh)
Twenty on your head, you be gone by the morn' (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Only nigga in my city, back to back fawns (Skrrt)
Fashion week, my wife, bitch, suckin' and snortin' (Ahh)
Me and Verdi out in Haru Juco remorseless (Ahh)
Gucci trench, Gucci goggles on like I'm snorkelin' (Ahh)
Heated floors in my garage for the Porsche

[Chorus: Estee Nack]
Whoever said money don't change, them niggas lyin' (They was lying)
Wear Balmain, eating fine dine
I'm that nigga, all these niggas, they be tryin' (They be tryin')
I'm that nigga, back to back, get to flyin'
Whoever said money don't change, them niggas lyin' (They was lying)
Wear Balmain, eating fine dine
I'm that nigga, all these niggas, they be tryin' (They be tryin', huh, M-M-M)
I'm that nigga, back to back, get to flyin' (It's the biggest, Maybach Music)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Chanel boots, Lamborghini coupes
Shooters on the leash, time to let them loose
All these accusations, snitches in the news
Still in the Boobie Trap, I made a stripper my masseuse
Still be shoppin' Kellys (Huh), million while in Paris (Huh)
Mimosas for the moment, all the murders out of Mary (Woo)
Watch three hundred carats, you should never wear it (Huh)
All them niggas robbers, to be honest, they be jealous
Cars made of glass, Givenchys on the mask (Huh)
Feds know to watch me, attorneys know the task
I still live a life that you can never grasp
Heavy on the ice (Huh), Bella in the glass (M-M-M)

[Chorus: Estee Nack]
Whoever said money don't change, them niggas lyin' (They was lying)
Wear Balmain, eating fine dine
I'm that nigga, all these niggas, they be tryin' (They be tryin')
I'm that nigga, back to back, get to flyin'
Whoever said money don't change, them niggas lyin' (They was lying)
Wear Balmain, eating fine dine
I'm that nigga, all these niggas, they be tryin' (They be tryin')
I'm that nigga, back to back, get to flyin'

[Outro]
Whatever you niggas want to think, think what you want to think, nigga
Because I don't fuck with you niggas, no way
Come on, homie, what happened to that?
Man, fuck you niggas
Nigga, me and my team, whoever I got
Nigga, they ain't going nowhere
Nigga, I ain't got to prove nothing to them motherfuckers, nigga

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