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Big Ghost Ltd
Big Ghost Ltd
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Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
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Big Ghost Ltd
Big Ghost Ltd
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Demond Price
Demond Price
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Big Ghost Ltd
Big Ghost Ltd
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Haahhhh Let's get back into it, nigga Uh, y'all ready? Machine, the one and only (uh) Plain Jane Patek, I ain't wear the Rollie Nigga, my tux is custom Brioni (woo) You know me, see my success killing these niggas slowly (haah) Go fuck around, turn me back to the old me It's lonely at the top nigga, I'm the top nigga Headliner: I'm the top biller, stop playing with my top, nigga (stop playin' wit' me) You know how we rock nigga, we got mops, nigga We sit ringside at fights but we don't box, nigga (not at all) This is classic material, shout my nigga Carlos I'm in the lab making fire like lighter fluid and charcoal (uh) Ice on my neck, even in the dark, that shit really sparklе (cap) Diddy pool party, eyeing Winnie Harlow (what up, baby?) Thеy starting to notice how hard the bars go They saying shit like "Aye C, you are a legend" but not the car though (talk to 'em) These bum ass rap niggas can't even pay they car note (haa) But rap 'bout moving so much cargo, you would think they was rich as Pablo The training getting intense Waiting for my release date, I've been killing 'em with suspense I ain't opening for niggas no more, I'm the main event 'Cause the way a nigga been flowing lately ain't making sense (woo) Spray the blick, use my T-shirt, to wipe away the prints Then throw that motherfucker over that old lady fence (uh, talk to 'em) Got that bitch, fuck her good, ate her pussy and pay the rent And that bitch been texting me "What's up, stranger?" ever since (hahahaha) Still ain't replied to the messages there (nah) I just left her on read to mess with her head (haah) I don't give a fuck what the next nigga said When I could have 'em clipped while I'm resting in bed And he definitely dead, I got a check so the bread is there For when a nigga from your hood come collect what I left on your head (brrrrrr) Nigga, you know we coming right? Hehe, yeah All y'all brand new niggas just scared to death All y'all brand new niggas just scared to death All y'all brand new niggas just scared to death I took the life of anybody tryna change what's left Uh, yeah This the quiet before the storm and let this be a warning If you don't make it through the evening, there will be no morning (uh) They sleeping on him, heard 'em snoring but the pen maturing Before I die, I'ma find a word that can rhyme with orange I been scoring back when your favorites was bench warming (bench) Since Jordan, I'm the total package, I'm important Weed coughing, we need coffins, emcees talking They be tossing stones but I'm stoned colder than Steve Austin A straight stunter, let's get it straightened, I'm straight numbers Straight Gutta, flow is tsunami, put on your wave runners Game flooded with lame buzzers that can't cut it like they knives buttered Don't play with life on a tight budget Now easy does it or get the man and machine Not a cyborg but trust ain't another man in my league Since lemon squeeze, I got honey tugging my tee I remind her of a Tesla, she want a plug in her B All y'all brand new niggas just scared to death All y'all brand new niggas just scared to death All y'all brand new niggas just scared to death I took the life of anybody tryna change what's left
Writer(s): Demond Price, M. Ramirez, Dave Cuasito Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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