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Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
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Demond Price
Demond Price
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Daringer
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Yeah, uh Fuck is wrong wit' you, nigga? It's the mothafuckin' Alpaca, nigga You don't rub? that shit, you blocked that shit, mothafucka Hahaha, fuck you doin'? Look, look, I know some niggas that been behind the wall their entire life Never been to Shanghai, but they was moving China white (hahahaha!) Razor in palm, I give a nigga cheek a giant slice Across his face, just for saying some shit that I ain't like (cap) Me and these niggas don't rhyme alike, tryna battle? Hah, you better off tryna fight Iron Mike In '89 when he was in his prime, nigga, I ain't like These other rap niggas, I ain't past 'em, who you tryna slide? (Who you slidin'?) Diamonds dancing, that means they're shining bright Yikes, might hurt your eyes like you're staring in a shining light (hah) I hit the vagina twice, it was kinda tight I'm getting pussy like Frankie Lymon on a line of white You think you on my level? Find a knife And cut the bullshit, nigga, you see the way I brutalize the mic (hahahaha!) Right, this for niggas in prison flying kites Knew how to shoot a gun before they learnt how to ride a bike (talk to 'em) Machine You know what's up, nigga (uh) You know where to find me at, pull-up, nigga (you know where I'm at, nigga) You know you can't fuck with us (it's Griselda, nigga) Even your baby mama know you just a fuck nigga (hahahaha) Gelato in my Dutch, nigga (smokin') Henny XO in my cup, nigga (you know what I drink) Hah, you know what's up, nigga (you already know what the fuck is up, nigga) You know where to find me at, pull-up, nigga (hah) Let them niggas tell it, them niggas is working When I see them niggas in person, them niggas is hurting (let's go, man) I'm drinking Henny XO getting twisted with Birkin (uh) Got the chopper in the window barrel stick through the curtains (grrah!) Got the dope in a Tide box, no, it isn't detergent Always use the same chef 'cause he be whipping it perfect (whip up) You think he a real nigga, but he really a serpent Two to the back of the head, leave him finished for certain (boom-boom!) My nigga got 15, he was hustling 'ron I gave these niggas a lane, word to my brother Saddam These niggas do big things when they fucking with Con' Like James Jones got six rings fucking with 'Bron (hah!) I put out classics, don't like rappers, I don't dap 'em (uh) I'll tax 'em, for a feature, to out-rap 'em (uh) On each song, he speak wrong, then I'll slap him (uh) Fazon like Frank Lucas with blood on his Alpaca, motherfucker (whoo) You know what's up, nigga You know where to find me at, pull-up, nigga (you know where I'm at, nigga) Uh, you know you can't fuck with us (you know you can't fuck with this Griselda shit, nigga) Even your baby mama know you just a fuck nigga (she know you a bum, nigga) Gelato in my Dutch, nigga (she told us!) Henny XO in my cup, nigga (we drinkin' good, nigga!) You know what's up, nigga (haha, you already know, nigga) You know where to find me at, pull-up, nigga (uh) Yeah, nigga, hahaha I told y'all niggas I'm a rare form Hahaha, I'm fuckin' up, yo, nigga Yo, I'm dancin' right now, nigga You now I mean? Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, hahahaha! I feel good, nigga, you niggas can't fuck with the Machine, nigga! Straight like that, nigga, line them niggas up, who want it? Point them out, where they at? Hehehe, I don't see no competition, nigga Gone
Writer(s): Demond Price, Thomas A. Paladino Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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