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nicholas craven - moroccan waters remix كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: conway the machine]
look, f_ck a shooter, i keep a gun up in my reach (i got my own sh_t)
f_ck the talk, i drum a 100 when it’s beef (brrrt)
sneak diss me at your shows like a hundred n_ggas deep (what’s poppin’, n_gga?)
just to show n_ggas they don’t want it with the g
xfr, vest kevlar, get your chest wet, nah
n_gga, i’m aimin’ above it with this heat (rah, rah, rah)
my name buzzin’ so my budget just increased (hah)
’cause over daringer production i’m a beast (woo)
the n_ggas in the hood lovin’ what i speak
go tell ’em the real is back, baby, them other n_ggas weak (them n_ggas frauds)
lately i been countin’ money in my sleep (count it up!)
versace boxers, b_tch, a hunned for my briefs (haaah!)
you n_ggas want a deal so bad, you sign for any money
i’m peyton manning, boy, i’m still spending indy money
i don’t need a n_gga to lend me money
i had to come up like the dvd, now i can blow fendi money (hahahaha!)
goyard duffle full of blue bills
40 got two bodies on it but it was new still (woo)
tell ’em n_ggas, i’m the truth still (i’m that n_gga!)
heat on my lap like my soup spilled
like my weed sour, i like my veuve chilled (i drink it)
800 for the belt, tuck the blue steel (who want it?)
wig shot, get your roof peeled
that’s your dude, tell him chill
he ’bout to get him and you k!lled (p_ssy)
them old n_ggas just talkin’ ’cause they got lips (you soft, n_gga)
n0body in the hood respect you, you ain’t pop sh_t (the f_ck is you, n_gga)
you just another n0body thinkin’ he relevant
talking and yelling sh_t, go f_ck around and get a sh_ll in his face
and get his sh_t pushed (uhuh)
uh, you just a rapper, boy, you just spit hooks
you don’t know how a brick look, word up
[verse 2: benny the butcher]
yo, all my n_ggas kings, all my chicks is fancy
my hand in my b_tch’s panties while i’m sipping brandy
sh_lls i stuffed in the swammy probably lift a camry
likely to catch another case before i win a grammy
my little brother like machine gun, ’cause he a savage
that 40 make you lose weight without eating salad
gave him a gun, now he around town reekin’ havoc
got knocked once, and heard y’all downtown singing ballads
n_ggas up in comstock carvin’ faces
got public defenders going against the strongest cases
if you want that, we have you make extortion payments
they come around once a month like a mortgage payment
if you late,we f_ck you up and still charge inflation
better watch your f_cking mouth when you talk to gangsters
i eat with the bosses, and still hang with henchmen
always spoke anony’ when my name get mentioned
o’s, i cooked them up in the strangest kitchens
tossed bullets for bucks like i was jameis winston
i know n_ggas who never told, ’cause they plug the brother
sly green numbers, and never get to hug they mothers
i got homies who bought rollies not to check the time
but most of us caught bids, and then perfected crime
and some n_ggas stood up, and they took extra time
when they come home they legends like me, west, and con
uh, upper echelon
when they come home they legends like me, west, and con, uh

- nicholas craven

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