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westside gunn & conway the machine - fendi seats lyrics

[verse 1: conway]
look, machine, b+tch / i k!ll movements
i will snap / promise you, scr+p, i will lose it
strapped with this big ass mac, i will use it
pop him, then pop him again / he still movin’
n+ggas got all these fantasies about coke sales
ok, my n+gga, whatever make ya boat sail
but me, i don’t speak about the sh+t i don’t sell
i’m a s.e.g, i don’t ride coattails
all it take is a phone call made
four goons, four k’s / get ya porch sprayed
i’m just tryna see my name on a forbes page
my new sh+t sound like something the lord made
a f+ck n+gga can’t shake my hand
and it’s f+ck any n+gga if he snaked my man
you d+ckride when you see me, you straight my fan
i will slap you like a b+tch till i break my hand, my n+gga
mad resi on my digi
squares with the stamp in the middle / they smellin’ p+ssy
n+gga in the hood talkin’ all crazy / i’m like “who is he?”
gave my youngin’ the 30 shot, told him to get busy
can’t touch me or my slime, hands+off policy
n+ggas gon’ riot in the city if a n+gga body me
so think before you n+ggas throw a shot at me
no respect / goons outside the church where yo momma be
it gotta be like that / i know a n+gga, let his pipe clap
they gave him 25 to life
he appealed it and gave them crackers that life back
18 in and 7 left, then he back just like he never left
50 pull ups on the bar, now he’s on his 11th set…
[verse 2: westside gunn]
ayo
now that i got your attention, i’d like to mention
i’m gifted / purple label suspenders / mac+11 extended
runnin’ with k!llas / margielas on menaces, dealing fish
using too much soda was ignorant
mind ya business or ya brains gon’ hit the ceiling
allah willing, i can count right a half a billion on a yacht chillin’, rockin louis linen / who he kiddin’?
you couldn’t tie the strings of my europeans
see ’em / shoot his bm in the bm
i had to leave ’em…leakin’, stinkin’
almost threw up / you shoulda seen it
diadora “purple tapes” screachin’
i hopped the fence, jumped in the gl benz, cartiers, no lens
my n+gga started reachin’
make sure you hit every mothaf+cka in site
throw them sh+ts in lake erie tonight
he said “chill god, aight”

- westside gunn conway the machine lyrics

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