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conway the machine & the alchemist – gold bbs’s كلمات اغاني

[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

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