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conway - trump lyrics

[intro]
yeah! yeah, uhh
arrrghhh, yeah, uhh! yeah

[hook]
we got the drop on you, you ain’t even know
(you ain’t know, n-gg-)
them shooters they follow you anywhere you go (they lurkin)
them n-gg-s in your bushes now, they give out wig shots
(boom, boom)
they got the drop on you, you ain’t even know (haha, haha…)
yeah, yeah, run down on ’em (run down on ’em)
yeah, yeah, run down on ’em (hit all them n-gg-s too, n-gg-)
yeah, yeah, run down on ’em
(i don’t give a f-ck who outside, n-gg-)
yeah, yeah, run down on ’em

[verse 1]
n-gg-s thought the sh-t was sweet
i’ma make you f-ck n-gg-s know
talkin like you a k!ller, well motherf-cker come show me
i already sent the youngin through there bustin his .40
n-gg- shot up your whole block and he hit one of your homies
n-gg- we already know you p-ssy, you cover your rollie
and you tuck in your chain
you’s a f-ck n-gg-, should’ve stayed in a f-ck n-gg- lane
a lil’ dread head n-gg- comin bustin your brain
lil’ homie f-ckin insane, whoa
i got him and his homies in your bushes now
sniffin grams to stay up so he can put you down
homemade ski mask on, pull it down
silencer on, and neighbors couldn’t hear a bullet sound

[hook]

[verse 2]
b-tch you was not official, so now we gotta get you
you better pray to god he with you when that chopper hit you
that chopper pop and flip you
50 round clips in them sticks, boy, that’s a lot of missiles
yeah, that’s a lot of missiles
smokin one with my young boy while i plot to get you
tryin to give him the .40, he said he wanna pop the stick too
every night is gunfire, guns fire
shootin ’til my gun tire, momma was a jum buyer
back in jail, out of jail, n-gg- i got dumb priors
drive-bys in that buick, low air in front tire
hood i’m from made us k!llers, p-ssy n-gg- come try us
now i know where you been hidin
so, we gon’ come find you my n-gg-, ahhh

[hook]

- conway lyrics

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