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conway the machine - barbarik lyrics

[intro]
more steroids n-gg-
you know what’s up n-gg-
that’s more drums for these f-ck n-gg-s

[verse]
look, look
50 shots sticks lift ’em where he stand
i promise n-gg-, i’m dumping all 50 when i blam
on the strip pitching grams see the pigs and then we scram
throwing yayo in the bushes like 50 on the ‘gram
it was a void in grimy rap i had to take control
see yo’ favorite rapper out and break his nose
my shooters sniffed the yay and froze
then he start letting the bullets and his k explode
n-gg-s can’t f-ck with my toast game
the flow so propane
i’m jon bones jones on the cocaine
y’all better get low when the toast aim
send a package in the mail
i’m demarcus cousins with the postgame
n-gg- we don’t flow the same
i was f-cking these hoes with no chain
i keep it a hunnid, no change
n-gg-, i don’t follow a trend, i wrote pain
still (?) neck his windpipe from his throat hang
clapping with the ninas, raf simons adidas
as far as rap go, go and ask if i’m the meanest
these n-gg-s on pills these rap n-gg-s is leaning
rap circles round n-gg-s, this mac-10 it’ll lean ’em
youngin wanna wack n-gg-s he askin for a reason
like “please big bro lemme clap n-gg-s i’m fiending”
he want another body, he dumping with a shottie
go ‘head say something it’ll be a motherf-cking homi, n-gg-

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