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conway the machine - hot (freestyle) lyrics

[producer tag]
wheezy outta here

[verse]
uh
who the richest in the city?
got this whole sh+t litty, yeah
my young n+gga caught him a case for a bl!cky
been in jail all his twenties
he just came home, he on parole
he’s still riding with his pole
that n+gga out of control
he just pull up and unload
he just gon’ lift up your soul
i used to stand in the cold
trying to just get me a nautica [?]
went and got me a load and i got on the road
i came back with that product and got on the stove
same with my hand on that prada
[?] i’m whipping, i got a few o’s
extra i’m smoking [?]
my chains and my watches is froze
twenty bands in each pocket, pockets is swole
(talk to ’em)
i just made a few dollars
in other words i just made a few commas
came a long way when i stayed with my momma
louis v drip, virgil made my pajamas
i’m made for the beef, i was made for the drama
my youngin shoot k’s like his name was osama
my b+tch from the hood, yeah, she straight from the bottom
i leveled her up, man, i draped her in prada, yeah
you [?] writing love letters
(look at you, n+gga)
she [?] p+ssy the machine ’cause i f+ck better
got hammers on the waist, got the bulletproof on the sweater, yeah
always in the designer drip with the double letters
double c’s on my b+tch, double v’s on my wrist, yeah
[?] in my kitchen
couple keys, couple bricks, yeah
rocking designer kicks, all machine diamonds hit
had to remind the b+tch i’m rich
sh+t that i spit gotta rewind the sh+t
the big money, i had my mind on that sh+t
don’t care what n0body else doing
bet i’ma get mine in this b+tch
where y’all n+ggas at? [?] in this b+tch
i was somewhere just chilling just minding my business
then i heard this beat and then i got inspired
went straight to the booth, lost my mind in this b+tch
b+tch from new orleans, she fine as a b+tch
got that sh+t from the back, lost my mind in that b+tch
after i nut, never minding that b+tch
you won’t see a mind like mine, this is it
(that’s it, n+gga)
[outro]
machine, aw man
i just been getting way too rich, way too fast
yeah
b+tches love street n+ggas with a bag
they love street n+ggas
and b+tches love rich n+ggas
and i just happen to be both
yeah
get out of pocket, we got drums for you f+ck n+ggas though

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