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conway the machine & the alchemist - gold bbs's lyrics

[intro]
lulu, uh
yeah, n+gga, let me get a light, smokin’ this mimosa

[verse 1]
why the popo so vexed for?
they raid the wrong house, we had the dope and money next door (hahahaha)
uh, the water on my neck pure
and i ain’t even get the backend yet from my next tour (hah)
huh, that’s what they so upset for
they broke, so they gon’ stress more, i keep my gun on me, you left yours (they stressin’)
my money in line, that’s why i’m good with the connect for
dog food in the trunk like i just left the pet store (talk to ’em)
free the brodie, they got my dude up in the mountains (hah)
when we was fifteen, we used to shoot up n+ggas’ houses (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
started with an eight ball and then i moved a couple ounces
i f+cked n+ggas’ baby mamas, even seduced a couple spouses (hah)
i just blew a couple thousand on shoes that ain’t even out yet
p+ssy good, get a new outfit, christian loubs if her mouth wet (woo)
uh, n+ggas ain’t richer than me, i doubt that
set the streets on fire and n+ggas ain’t put me out yet (brr)
machine b+tch

[chorus]
i told my shooter when you shoot it, you unload (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, boom, boom, boom)
ain’t it funny how we open laundromats to wash the money from the load (laundromat rap, n+gga)
my spanish homie on the west, he think he tony, when he sniff, he lose control (perico, ah)
and he don’t care who out there when he slide, he gon’ pull up and start emptyin’ the pole (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, brr)
and everybody goes, n+gga

[verse 2]
yeah, i say the word, n+ggas gon’ run down
with f&n drum rounds, you gettin’ gunned down (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
tried to hide my pole in the closet and my son found it
so how to shoot this sk, i gotta teach my son now (teach him how to do it)
how you gangster, you ain’t never do sh+t? (hah)
you ain’t never shoot sh+t, never been to jail, i could tell you a b+tch (i could tell you a b+tch, p+ssy)
we was peddlin’ sniff, told my brodie, “let’s f+ck with this rap sh+t”
he said he’d rather sell a few bricks (cap)
he said, “that’s like me tellin’ you quit” (hah)
when you the best at what you do, ain’t n0body on your level who spit (i feel you)
came from the bottom, from shovelin’ sh+t
now it’s thirty pointers in the bezel of my oyster perpetual wrist (talk to ’em)
huh, your b+tch could tell you i’m rich
she came to my telly, the ritz, and i gave her impeccable d+ck (hahahaha)
i keep this mac+11, i grip (brr)
i let off a clip when i throw my gun in the air, word to fredro and stick, b+tch (hah)

[chorus]
i told my shooter when you shoot it, you unload (let that sh+t go, n+gga, let that sh+t rip)
it’s funny how we open laundromats to wash the money from the load (wash and fold, n+gga)
my spanish homie on the west, he think he tony, when he sniff, he lose control (yeah, papi)
and he don’t care who out there when he slide, he gon’ pull up and start emptyin’ out the pole (brr, brr)
and everybody goes n+gga

[outro]
yeah, n+gga, everybody goes, n+gga
you, and you, and him too, n+gga
haha, yeah
greenlight on all you n+ggas
n+ggas know what the f+ck is up, n+gga
yeah

- conway the machine the alchemist lyrics

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