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conway the machine – john woo flick lyrics

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[verse 1: conway the machine]
look, tell them rap n+ggas we takin’ over, had to change the flow up
now i’m in the maybach sippin’ a spade mimosa
take the bid and make the quota with the bakin’ soda
pray to jehovah, came with the shoulder strap, spray his home up
wait, hold up, if i said so, spray your rover
spray his folk up, n+ggas good fellas like ray liotta
sprayed eighty, the baby woke up
shooter sniff the yay, he need to wake his nose up
[?], the n+ggas over there be watchin’
he catch a body, he throwin’ bullets like aaron rodgers
i’m lookin’ at these rap n+ggas like, “is there a problem?”
[?] at your head like larry johnson
kush in the morning, drink my ‘gnac in the day
i’m tired of hearin’ old n+ggas talk ’bout back in the day
i ride around with two things, that’s a mac and a k
act like i’m playin’, i’ma pull up and blast you away
uh, yeah, i need to see the money pile over
my shooter comin’ off the bench like kyle korver
hide the body for a month and left this foul odor
i’m kobe bryant on my team, i’m the f+ckin’ closer, n+gga

[chorus: conway the machine]
sprayed eighty, the baby woke up
sprayed eighty, the baby woke up
sprayed eighty, the baby woke up
sprayed eighty, the baby woke up
[bridge: conway the machine]
daringer compared to rza
i’m compared to n+ggas that’ll stab you in your face with a pair of scissors
courtside watchin’ the wizards, cartiers expensive
spray the extended at a man somewhere in the trenches

[verse 2: benny the butcher]
ah, i swing this mac, i’m clearin’ the fences
enough shooters on my team, not embarrassed to [?]
the trap empty, all i had kitchenware and a biscuit
i need a pile of dirty cash and somewhere i can rinse it
this for my n+ggas in the fed max who pray daily
my shooter put his mask up and spray eighty
that’s why he bury sh+t, you n+ggas wayne bradys
i’m leavin’ with your daughter if he can’t pay me
it’s ogs around me, real wretches
my shooters real reckless, it take a lot for me to feel threatened
in interviews, they askin’ real questions
like, “is you still hustlin’? in videos, is you usin’ real weapons?”
if it’s time to clip you, we the ones to move
i got the call about before i seen it on the news
like raw material, the seats peanut b+tter too
the whole gang be doin’ life if we leave it up to you
everybody g ’til they get hit with a hawk
walk the main line in the l and get hit with a fork
i had a clientele list that was as big as new york
that’s why the door on my bedroom thick as a vault
the butcher
[verse 3: westside gunn]
ayo, no bricks in the off+white [?]
the sh+t see+through, we rock it for the culture
bodies on [?], keep actin’ like you know us
beautiful nightmares, we runnin’ out of soda
rock so much dior homme, thought i was kim jones
f+ck it, cop me an island and the benz in gold
cookin’ up a brick, then the kitchen closed
ran up in his locker, take that n+gga phone
catch him in his cell, my akhi sprayed him up
he did it for some oil and a prayer rug
machinegun in the summer, still wearin’ gloves
ayo, meet me in the mess hall with all my bloods
inshallah, i see a hundred
get caught with it, i’ll be home in three summers
get caught without it, might not live to speak about it
my n+gga still got forty, he might not leave up out it

[chorus: conway the machine]
sprayed eighty, the baby woke up
sprayed eighty, the baby woke up
sprayed eighty, the baby woke up
sprayed eighty, the baby woke up

- conway the machine lyrics

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