DunnHill Lyrics latest song by Westside Gunn feat. Rick Ross. The Lyrics were written by Alvin Worthy and William Leonard Roberts II and Produced by Miguel The Plug
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DunnHill Song Details
| Song | DunnHill |
| Artist/Singer | Westside Gunn feat. Rick Ross |
| Lyrics | Alvin Worthy and William Leonard Roberts II |
| Produced | Miguel The Plug |
| Label | Griselda Records |
DunnHill Music
DunnHill Lyrics
Ayo, I’m at the Intercontinental, backin’ up
Talk about your North Fly, n*gga, b*tces, 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 sawdust
These n*ggas prayin’ on my downfall
N*gga, grab the blush, blow him off (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Everybody hit him, that’s the protocol
Hotel cars, eatin’ shrimp like a boss
N*gga, rock a bus, tow a 40-carter car
B*tc thought she coming home with me, I’m a star
[?] Hoshimoto, b*tc, I f*cked in the jar
Two-fifty, easy on her arm, pick her arm
East side n*gga, I can bag Nia Long
Roof at the view, you see the view of Milan
I’ve been pissin’ Dom all week, I’m a don
Sean Don, yeah, yeah, spot him just don
Sippin’ 99 fried rice with some prawns
Twenty on your head, you be gone by the morn’ (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Only n*gga in my city, back to back fawns
Fashion week, my wife, b*tc, suckin’ and snortin’
Me and Verdi out in Haru Juco remorseless
Gucci trench, Gucci goggles on like I’m snorkelin’
Heated floors in my garage for the Porsche
Whoever said money don’t change, them n*ggas lyin’ (They was lying)
Wear Balmain, eating fine dine
I’m that n*gga, all these n*ggas, they be tryin’ (They be tryin’)
I’m that n*gga, back to back, get to flyin’
Whoever said money don’t change, them n*ggas lyin’ (They was lying)
Wear Balmain, eating fine dine
I’m that n*gga, all these n*ggas, they be tryin’ (They be tryin’, huh, M-M-M)
I’m that n*gga, back to back, get to flyin’ (It’s the biggest, Maybach Music)
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 n*ggas 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)
Whoever said money don’t change, them n*ggas lyin’ (They was lying)
Wear Balmain, eating fine dine
I’m that n*gga, all these n*ggas, they be tryin’ (They be tryin’)
I’m that n*gga, back to back, get to flyin’
Whoever said money don’t change, them n*ggas lyin’ (They was lying)
Wear Balmain, eating fine dine
I’m that n*gga, all these n*ggas, they be tryin’ (They be tryin’)
I’m that n*gga, back to back, get to flyin’
Whatever you n*ggas want to think, think what you want to think, n*gga
Because I don’t f*ck with you n*ggas, no way
Come on, homie, what happened to that?
Man, f*ck you n*ggas
N*gga, me and my team, whoever I got
N*gga, they ain’t going nowhere
N*gga, I ain’t got to prove nothing to them motherf*ckers, n*gga
