Gustavo chords by Keisha Plum, Westside Gunn
Intro 1
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Griselda
Verse 1
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Fashion Rebels
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Verse 2
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Ayo, word to the tiger on my
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Kenzo
Extendo gats hangin' out the Benzo
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(Doot doot doot
doot doot doot doot)
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Christian Dada jumpsuit proper though
The bitch stepped on my feelings
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I should've shot the ho
So much money came I got scared
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You ain't talking code no more
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Shit got weird my homie
laughed when he
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Got six hundred months he ain't care
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He ran the yard from a bottom bunk
Wang draped over the pump what's
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for lunch?
Mikimotos and Sotto Sotto
Twenty- three,
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you want Lord's Ford loafers
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Hangin' off the boat
Imagine them fiend faces
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when they got soap
You could talk fly if you
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Want but I'm the GOAT
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Season 1 Yeezy on the ropes
M1 fully loaded,
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I'm 'bout to rain on him
(brrrrt)
Needles still hanging out
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the veins on him
Verse 3
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Every day, make money
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and pray (Gustavo)
Every day,
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make money and pray (Gustavo)
Every day,
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make money and pray (Gustavo)
Every day,
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make money and pray (Gustavo)
Every day,
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make money and pray (Gustavo)
Every day,
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make money and pray (Gustavo)
Every day,
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make money and pray (Gustavo)
Every day, make money and pray
(Gustavo)
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Ayo, bought moms
Verse 4
a new stove, Lord
I killed that shit
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Turned one to three,
Lord, I killed that flip
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Spinning new revolvers, Prada trunks
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Malibu waters
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Pile drive the brick, Jerry King Lawler
Pulled up on the curb,
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no top on it (Skrrr)
I don't care block you reppin'
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You gettin' shot on it
I'm a man of my word
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Hit her from up the block
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(Brrrt) I was lucky as shit (Brrrrt)
Bust the duct tape,
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the shit musty as shit
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Niggas running from plainclothes
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Talking slang when we slang those
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Go back where you came from
Too many four- fifth shots should
lift him
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(Boom, boom, boom)
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I thank God I'm still living
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I'm 'bout to be rich forever
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Ten chains, HumanMade Sweater
Verse 5
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Every day, make money
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and pray (Gustavo)
Every day,
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make money and pray (Gustavo)
Every day,
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make money and pray (Gustavo)
Every day,
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make money and pray (Gustavo)
Every day,
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make money and pray (Gustavo)
Every day,
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make money and pray (Gustavo)
Every day,
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make money and pray (Gustavo)
Every day, make money
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and pray (Gustavo)
Verse 6
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If Rakim and Nicki
Giovanni did the nasty
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They would've had me
Product of poetic- genius
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DNA 716 in my DNA
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Every day, make money and pray
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Holy Father, he said, "Pay attention"
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Uncle Stevie got his throat
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slit ear to ear
Word to life, nigga's still breathing though
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Spiritual atonement,
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dreaming of angels
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But living with demons
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m1911 made OTC
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In the jungles of the Philippines
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You can never clean away the odor of sin
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His gut filled with gin
Her skinned dipped in Gucci bamboo
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Hunter boots and Woolly socks
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For thunder and rain,
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tears shed in Medellin
Verse 7
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Gustavo, Gustavo gustavo, Gustavo
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Cocaine dreams empire
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cocaine dreams empire
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Cocaine dreams empire gustavo,
Gustavo
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Gustavo, Gustavo
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Every day, make money and pray
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Every day, make money and pray
Outro 1
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Gustavo
Keisha Plum, Westside Gunn
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