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brodie fresh & conway the machine - lo island lyrics

[intro: brodie fresh]
(popular stranger)
lo island
(araabmuzik)
yeah

[verse 1: brodie fresh]
these n+ggas be chattin’, well, let’s get active, skippin’ practice and still callin’ game
n+gga, i’m brawn, these n+ggas bronny james
from trappin’ in the hallway to the hall of fame
bulletproof the caddy, untucked all the chains
’cause i got more to lose and they got all to gain (haha)
n+ggas be active’s but can’t get a scene
if i send ’em word, my shooters let it ring like telephones and wedding bling (bah bah)
from servin’ dope fiends thеy medicine
to tourin’ out in medеllín, pops said that they gon’ let us in
yeah, park in any hoods, they feelin’ buffy (yeah)
i make sure to make my haters’ b+tches love me (that’s right)
the view appears lovely
all i’m shake on the work, then do my dougie
she be boxin’ on this d+ck until it’s gummy
got bodie on my feet, yeah, brodie in these streets
i’m who they really fear
no co+signs, a n+gga really here
it’s only us, don’t really do the pairs
might tough? so deep that you need scuba gear
it’s lame they can’t maneuver here
they say i think that i’m the sh+t, manure, yeah
’cause i got cows upon my land, cattle taxes how i’m movin’, yeah
[chorus: brodie fresh & conway the machine]
y’all wanna live my lifestyle (you can’t live it)
never seen a brick, never seen a stash house (broke ass n+ggas, i don’t wanna hear none of y’all trap stories talkin’ about eights and dimes, i wish i would come outside for 40 dollars, n+gga, a hunned pounds or better)
y’all wanna live my lifestyle (i’m boxin’ better) (brrr, brrrrr)
never seen a brick, never seen a stash house (yeah)

[verse 2: conway the machine]
look, they say “machine, you the god”, my n+ggas shoot and rob (huh)
coupe in garage, every other night, a new menage (cap)
i ain’t really gotta prove i’m hard
if you get far i put a bird on your neck like i’m dukedagod (hahaha!)
two to the back of the head, that’s the coup de grâce (rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
few guitars?, hit the baby car seat when we shoot the car (brr)
from may street, became a superstar (uh)
my b+tch said “those some beautiful scars, i can tell that you’ve been through it all” (hahahaha)
before rap we had raw to move, tesla truck on auto+cruise
we’d spin the block on all you goons (boom boom boom!)
yeah, home invasions, we breakin’ all the rules (uh+huh)
they find brain fragment particles in your daughter room (talk to ’em!)
these young n+ggas makin’ a fortune off of doggy food (uh+huh)
you just gotta have the fortitude (woo)
yeah, my neck full of water jewels, hit the jeweler and bought a pool (cap)
stare too long, break your orbital
machine, b+tch (n+gga)

[interlude: brodie fresh]
lo island
long island to buffalo
516 to 716
yeah
[chorus: brodie fresh & conway the machine]
y’all wanna live my lifestyle (they can’t)
never seen a brick, never seen a stash house (hm, bum ass n+gga, heh, n+ggas can’t f+ck with me, knock it the f+ck off)
y’all wanna live my lifestyle
never seen a brick, never seen a stash house (never seen a+yeah)

[outro: brodie fresh]
popular stranger, drumwork sh+t, grrrr

- brodie fresh conway the machine lyrics

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