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conway the machine - bang (original version) lyrics

[intro: conway the machine]
yeah (brr), uh
(brr, brr, brr)
(brr, brr, brr)
machine
(brr)
it’s not a game, n+gga (brr, brr)
it’s not a f+ckin’ game, n+gga (brr, brr, brr)
look, look

[verse 1: conway the machine]
ayo, i use the arm & hammer just to fluff my brick
say what i wanna say and i don’t give a f+ck, i’m rich (ahh)
tuck my fifth, don’t hesitate to bust my sh+t
i tell you n+ggas like kyrie, “suck my d+ck” (hahahaha)
i don’t trust a soul, i don’t even trust my b+tch (uh+uh)
before i fall in love, i’d rather cut my wrist (ahh)
i sweat ace of spades, n+gga, that’s how much i sip
body a rap n+gga quick before the dutch got twist
(ayo, let’s roll somethin’)
yeah, the shotty ring, this sh+t is not a thing (uh+huh)
the chopper make your body lean, my n+ggas body things (brr)
uh, i’m with the jackboys, i’m with the robbin’ team (uh+huh)
on my mama, i never rocked a pair of robin jeans (hahahaha)
everything i jot is mean, how you gon’ stop machine?
my name, it probably ring like las vegas slot machines
the mac by my pelvis in my helmut lang (uh+huh)
the sh+lls’ll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
uh, the mayo jar was h+llmann’s when i swirled the ‘caine
then i wrapped the yayo up in cellophane (woo)
my shooter got dame lillard from the elbow aim
i thought of that while i was courtside at the melo game (ahh)
bricks are off+white, i imported some (uh+huh)
whippin’ all night until the mornin’ come (all night, n+gga)
still pitchin’ long nights until my fortune come
that’s big checks on the side like the off+white jordan 1s, ugh!
[chorus: conway the machine]
ayo, they think this sh+t a game, n+gga (this sh+t a game, n+gga)
ayo, they think this sh+t a game (this sh+t a game, oh word?)
ayo, they think this sh+t a game
until i pull up, let it ring (let it ring)
until i pull up, let it ring (let it ring)
until i pull up, let it ring
ayo, they think this sh+t a game, n+gga (this sh+t a game, n+gga)
ayo, they think this sh+t a game (this sh+t a game, huh?)
ayo, they think this sh+t a game
until i pull up, let it bang, n+gga (let it bang, n+gga)
until i pull up, let it bang (let it bang)
until i pull up, let it–

[verse 2: eminem]
i used to be a man of the people
hit the clubs and mingle (what up?)
used to dream one day i’d be f+ckin’ pink like a flamingo (pink)
that was back when i smoked canibus (what?)
man, but it was tough, ’cause i was a fan of his
so it sucked to hand him his ass, but
yeah, lookin’ back on my feuds
how me and ja rule almost got cool
’cause we shot pool back in ’01
was it ’02? i don’t know, but
something told me f+ckin’ not to
then we got stuck in high school
i shoved an oscar up his wazoo
yeah, shout to puffy combs, but f+ck revolt
y’all are like a f+cked up remote (ha+ha)
now i get it why our b+tton’s broke
’cause you press him but he don’t do nothing though (d+mn it)
‘specially when it comes to punches thrown
you motherf+ckers keep wanting smoke, so the blunt is rolled
take another toke of the spliff and inhale
’cause all you’re gonna get is an “l,” and smoked like a f+ckin’ roach
so we don’t got nothing in common, not even a f+ckin’ cold
or nasal issue if it comes to blows
wasted tissue, tell this journalist stick to the stuff he knows
like always runnin’ from migos
here a mic, there a mic
everywhere a mic, share and share alike
but just don’t compare alike
instead of comparin’ me, pick a fair fight
compare me to lightnin’, that similarity’s strikin’
compare me to jaws
compare me to manson, marilyn or charles
compare me to nas, biggie, or pac
do not compare me to that iggy b+tch
or all this f+ckin’ milli vanilli hip+hop
this is where all that silly sh+t stops
compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought
the semi, the glock, 9 millis get c+cked, i’m sendin’ a shot
don’t come around with them floss raps tryna stunt
compare me to meek, big wheelies get popped
one by one, compare ’em to scabs, i’m pickin’ them off
they’re goin’ home to f+ck nicki minaj, aw
compare me to diggity+das, yah
i’m hickity+hittin’ it raw, ha
in a beat up trailer, now
shady meets griselda
yeah, we linked up and we inked a deal
i got a beast, i will leash godzilla
how can we be so h+lla— copped a motherf+ckin’ attitude?
i’m gonna need propellers
the chopper, the machine gun k!ller
gunn and the machine, the simi—larities
stop there between kelly and conway
but f+ck that little blond b+tch too
rip mac miller
but come and get it if you think that sh+t a—
[chorus: conway the machine]
ayo, they think this sh+t a game, n+gga (this sh+t a game, n+gga)
ayo, they think this sh+t a game (this sh+t a game, oh word?)
ayo, they think this sh+t a game
until i pull up, let it ring (let it ring)
until i pull up, let it ring (let it ring)
until i pull up, let it ring
ayo, they think this sh+t a game, n+gga (this sh+t a game, n+gga)
ayo, they think this sh+t a game (this sh+t a game, huh?)
ayo, they think this sh+t a game
until i pull up, let it bang, n+gga (let it bang, n+gga)
until i pull up, let it bang (let it bang)
until i pull up, let it–

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