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westside gunn, conway the machine & the alchemist – michaelangelo كلمات اغاني

[intro: westside gunn]
we’ll do this when we feel ready
ayo (grrt)
the luxurious, the notorious (boom boom boom boom boom)

[verse 1: westside gunn]
ayo, juggling the stars with the moons and the sun
dice game, praying to the heavens i don’t throw a one
raekwon with elmos supreme fiends
baby tec in the faulty four jeans, yo
shot up the whole scene (brrt) fur on the monster bed
layin’ next to the stove, i gotta bag
twelve_twelve, fingers all cramped, grab the pipes by the lamp, yo
buy five, you get a pipе free, the suede land rovеr
hand over the grams, yo, yo, i’m dancin’ over pots
remix like jermaine dupri, we keep it in the family
my seed marry his seed, wedding a hundred g’s
i’d sell my soul for a hundred keys
told the b_tch, “you can’t f_ck for free (can’t f_ck for free b_tch)
b_tch you lucky (the almighty)”
told the b_tch, “you can’t f_ck for free (too glamorous)”

[verse 2: conway the machine]
look, i’m too gutter on the beats
flow is so disgusting plus i’m just a motherf_ckin’ g
know a n_gga hit a l!ck, he robbed a sucker for a key
he sniffed halves, sold half, and blew the money in a week, d_mn (talk to ’em)
trust me, it get ugly in these streets
if your hustle ain’t discreet, get gun_b_tted in your sleep
like, “n_gga wake up
and n_gga don’t you motherf_ckin’ speak, open that safe up
take all the money, fill that pillowcase up” (giddy up bro)
i ran it up, i got my cake up
i’m usually in new york city, i’m f_ckin’ bape up
when i ain’t on satellite f_ckin’ shade up
all you radio n_ggas need to wake up
flex need to call me so hot 97 can get sprayed up
i got drums n_gga, i promise you i ain’t humble
i don’t give a f_ck, ’cause my gun work, plus i can rumble
boy you just a rapper, if i don’t like you, i might punch you
in the motherf_ckin’ face for no reason just ’cause i want to
i ain’t playin’ with these n_ggas, i promise you that
it’s time to spray it at these n_ggas, bet i’ma do that (brrt)
you n_ggas doors get kicked down, mommas get smacked
shoot ’em palming the mac, you try to attack, you gotta get clapped (hah)
the black jeffery dahmer is back
matter fact, i’m machine gun black mixed with geronimo pratt
blatt, a youngin’ run down on you n_ggas, hit you in your top and your back
it’s the machine, b_tch
[outro]
in the beginning god created the heaven and the earth
and the earth was without form, and void
and darkness was upon the face of the deep
and the spirit of god moved upon the face of the waters
and god said;

- westside gunn conway the machine the alchemist

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