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duffel bag hottie & black soprano family - astral plane lyrics

[intro]
this is a true story of extreme violence, brutality and fear
these are the real sopranos

[verse 1: conway the machine]
i’m back maneuverin’, packs movin’ in
f_ck you and your big homie
i will clap you and him (f_ck that n____)
as far as rap, i will ruin him
i’m the biggest thing in new york since the knicks brought pat ewing in (haaa)
i’m a og, f_ck is you thinkin’? (huh?)
neck full of trinkets, just dons lookin’ pinkish (you know the jordans)
f_ck n_____ talk my ears off about linkin’ (pshhh)
but if you ain’t talkin’ money, then why the f_ck is you speakin’? (why is you talkin’, boy?)
my shooter on stand_by (uh huh)
that n____ dump 6, i bet he land 5 (doot doot doot doot doot)
sit it underneath the fan, let them grams dry
flip it, then we up in blue flame lettin’ bands fly (hahaha)
$1400, dsquared² that’s who my pants by (uh huh)
i’m the illest n____ doin’ it by a landslide (that’s a fact, n____)
ayo, hottest, what the word, n____? (what up, homie?)
n____ get outta pocket, i’ma put his body on the curb, n____ (brrr)

[verse 2: duffel bag hottie]
grab ya shotty, then slugs blow out his nerves n____ (boom, boom)
oh you the plug, n____? let’s see who can flip a bird quicker
syrup sipper, throw a 4 in a sprite and hurl n____
the 4 pound twirl n_____
wanna die ‘bout your girl, n____? (bro, you don’t wanna die)
i’ll get you smoked, while you sittin’ under palm trees
they gon’ go, if i signal or the don sneeze
i have my youngin’ doin’ drills for a don c (ahh)
and i’m goin’ with em, just to show him i’m so official (be a bull with him, too)
grammy nights, we totin’ pistols under versace suits
stay down to cop the coupe, lovey dyin’ to let this tommy loose (brrr)
body who? (who?) i’m eatin’ bullets like robert townsend
the .357 blow a n____ right out his trousers (bah)
chase that friend, and i rack it up by the thousand
n_____ mad i’m stylin’, (stylin’) he wish he had the heart to rob me
put some molly in that lil b_tch drink, like i was cosby (haha)
20 shots to the face, he gon’ need him a cosmetologist
p_ssy, it’s griselda and the mob, b_tch (yeah, it’s the mob)
he claim he got bricks for 33? hold him hostage
ain’t no f_ckin’ work in these streets (ain’t no work around) so we rob sh_t
i’m a black soprano boss
salute me or get your top peeled, p_ssy (brrr)

- duffel bag hottie black soprano family lyrics

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