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conway the machine - air holez lyrics

[intro]
yeah, look, uh

[verse 1: conway]
i’m that focused, n-gg-
i hope a n-gg- get outta line i can’t wait to smoke a n-gg-
all this girl scout i’m smoking, n-gg-
this sh-t’s potent, n-gg-
cookie straight from oakland, n-gg- (huh)
uh shout out to my oakland n-gg-s
them real n-gg-s that don’t hesitate to bust your sh-t open, n-gg- (what up my n-gg-)
i said i’m back focused, n-gg-
now they quotin’ sh-t i wrote and they tellin’ me i’m the dopest n-gg- (woo)
my plug got the dope and, n-gg-
uh, i pistol whip you leave your f-ckin’ jaw broken, n-gg-
you had the safe in your bas-m-nt so we broke in, n-gg-
f-ck it you was up and i’m tired of being broke my, n-gg-
you knew i was g before one word was spoken, n-gg-
uh, i’m tryna chill, don’t provoke a n-gg- (for real)
uh, i’m that focused, n-gg-
i brought the sniper rifle with the scope for n-gg-s

[chorus: conway]
we don’t play fair (brrrr)
we don’t play fair
we don’t play fair, no, no (brrrr)
we don’t play fair
we don’t play fair (know what it is n-gg-)
we don’t play fair, no, no (click clack boom n-gg-)
gunshots clips in the macs (huh)
tecs with the air holes
you got a bulletproof vest you better wear those
we don’t play fair
we don’t play fair
we don’t play fair, no, no

[verse 2: conway]
ayo what’s poppin’ homie (what up n-gg-)
you n-gg-s acted like y’all wanted the drama let’s get it poppin’ homie (what’s good n-gg-)
where your forty where your choppa, homie?
you just mad cause griselda is winning you can’t stop it, homie (ha)
you talkin’ beef you need to stop it, homie
cause i will pull up with this ar poppin’ and i ain’t stoppin’ homie (brrr)
until i see your body droppin’ homie
then i hop out and put two more in you make sure i got you, homie
k!ller tone i got you, homie (huh)
just gotta make you stay outta that jail when they unlock you, homie (for real)
uh, its griselda, homie
even your momma knew you’d be a failure, homie (hahaha)
trap doing well i’m tryna tell ya homie
cops raid, they dont even find paraphernalia, homie (ha)
i’m cut from a different cloth, that’s how i’m tailored, homie
kinda like rg3 at baylor, homie

[verse 3: westside gunn]
ayo, these rap n-gg-s weirdos (weirdos)
mulsanne out on melrose (melrose)
never scared to shoot a n-gg- (shoot a n-gg-)
appear on your block like the looper n-gg-
whole team got ak’s my last deal
three in the cell, my celly prayin’ for appeals
they want me to snitch, they offerin’ me deals
i told ’em “suck my d-ck”, i’m so ill
legends sayin’ i’m the next one
whip a new batch, gave the work a test run
fiends outer sp-ce like the jets, uh
bentley trucks red rum (skkkrrrt)
pistol whip the n-gg-, left his whole face numb
never play fair, stab a n-gg- in the boxin’ match
whole team bout to win ain’t n-body stoppin’ that (griselda..griselda) half a [?] on the stove
i might die from over [?]

- conway the machine lyrics

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